Surprise!

This Christmas book of one-shots will only be 12 chapters long as I countdown the last 12 days till Christmas! :D Each prompt will be something new and Christmas based!

There will be new people from each of Peter's teams in each one-shot, all the way up to Francine Beck (from the "Moon Knight Before Christmas") to Adrien Tombs and Alex O' Hearn. These one-shots will take place after "Graduation Day!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Ultimate Spider-Man.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The lumpy pile of blankets groaned and shifted. A red-gloved hand shot out from the mess after a moment and groped around the bunk feebly.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The lump groaned louder and this time a head popped out, disheveled hair with hazy eyes that stared into the absence of space, as he searched slightly more avidly for his wrist-communicator.

He found it a few moments later, down on the floor next to his discarded boots, fumbled with it a little more until he found the button that turned the invisibility off and answered the call emanating from its servers.

He groaned when Nova's face appeared on the screen.

"Sam, it's Satuuuuurrrday. Whatd'you want?" Peter slurred, rubbing the grit from his eyes.

"Red alert, Webs!" Nova screeched back, and Peter suddenly noticed how hysteric he looked. "The city is under attack! The Avengers are gone - this is it, man. Endgame!"

Peter blinked owlishly, mouth gaping, then lurched from the bed, blankets forgotten. "Wha - what, Sam! What do you mean? What's going on?!" he rushed up from the bed and instantly tripped over the blanket twisted around his body. He kicked it off and scrambled for his boots. "Hang on, Sam! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

His reply was a horrified shriek and loud blasting noises.

Peter fumbled with his boots, pulling both on, only to realize they were on the wrong feet and tore them off again. Hopping, he switched them and grabbed his shirt from the floor. He was halfway across the room before he realized he didn't have his mask, and sprinted back, throwing blankets up through the air until he found it hidden underneath his pillow.

When it was on, somewhat lopsided, he ran for the nearest window, mind racing to figure out what could possibly be attacking the city.

Could it be Skrulls?

Hydra?

Skrulls posing as Hydra?

He gripped the windows pane, only to stop, suddenly struck. It was snowing outside. This discovery wouldn't have been so significant if not for that fact that, far across the bay, the city was overcast in grey-clouds and completely peaceful.

Peter scowled, stopping mid-way from flinging the window open.

Oh, that sneaky little weasel.

He flung the window open anyway and stuck out his head. "Yeah, nice try Sam! I'm not going to fall for the same trick twice!...Sam?"

Sam was not out there. Instead, far below on the slab of concrete and metal that Flint Marko usually stretched out on, Agent Venom and Dagger were staring up at him, waving innocently near a giant mound of snow.

His scowl deepened, "Where's -" all of the sudden a shadow loomed over him and Peter barely had time to look up before he got a face-full of snow. He sputtered, fell out of the window, and kept falling until landed face-first on the mound of snow far below on the ground.

He jerked back up, every trace of sleeping abandoning his body, and hastily shook the snow piled on his head and shoulders, as three people circling him erupted into raucous laughter. He peered slowly outside the mound, glaring at them with enough heat to stop winter.

"Oh man," Sam was guffawing, doubled-over, holding his phone in one hand while the other curled around his stomach. "Oh, that was so much better than last time!"

Tandy and Flash were in giant fits of laughter near him, leaning on each other as they gasped for air.

Peter sat up in the snow, arms folded. "Hardy - har, ever gonna get new material, Sam? This is getting old."

"Not when you keep falling for it!" Sam said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"I didn't fall for it!" Peter sputtered, jumping to his feet. "That was deceitful and rude, and betrayal, and - stop laughing that pun wasn't even great!"

"Sorry, Spidey, sorry," Flash apologized, though he was still breathless from laughter.

Tandy simply leaned over Sam's shoulder to rewatch the video, laughing with him again as Peter screams echoed through the phones filter.

"You've got to send that to me," she said.

"I sent that to everyone," Sam grinned.

"That's what I do," he added graciously, "bringing that holiday spirit every year."

Peter glared at him, shaking his limbs to get rid of the sodden chill seeping into his clothes. He hadn't put on the thermal suit before he'd been so hastily drawn out of bed.

Sam was still giggling with Tandy and Flash as they watched the video again. Peter kicked the snow grumpily as he heard himself scream again. The nerve of some people! What happened to peaceful mornings?

One of these days he was going sabotage Sam with the biggest, coldest, most snowball-y snowball to ever grace the planet.

He was going to - huh...well...there was nothing like the present...

Slowly, Peter bent down and began scooping up snow. He kept an eye on the other three as he packed into his hands, building it bigger and bigger until it was a snowball worthy of the Hulk. Or Captain America, at least.

He aimed. "Hey, Buckethead!"

Sam looked over just in time to get a face full of snow with enough force to knock him onto his butt. Without hesitation, Peter scooped up more snow and began lobbing it at Tandy and Flash, who ducked their heads and ran for cover.

But he wouldn't overlook their betrayal so easily.

He followed them, bending down only to scoop up more snow, and pelted them with snowball after snowball until they began retaliating. Sam was all too eager to get him back and snuck up behind him, shoving a fistful of cold powder right in his face.

"Foul!" Peter screeched, shaking the snow from his lenses. "That's the correct term, right?"

Flash nodded, looking something like a proud coach.

Somewhere in their battle, Peter managed to sway Flash to his side.

"Come on," he had said. "Join me now and I'll overlook you're backstabbing."

"I don't know Spidey," Flash said, tossing a snowball up and down in his palm. "If sports taught me anything, it's to stay loyal to your team."

"But I AM your team," Peter argued, ducking behind his makeshift cover - the mound of snow he'd fallen on - as Sam rained artillery down on him, shouting at Peter to stop trying to take his players. "Come on, Web Warriors, right?"

Flash thought about it.

"Oh, alright," he threw his snowball at Tandy, who tottered back in the snow, shouting, "TRAITOR!"

"Thank goodness," Peter nearly wept with relief. "Because your aim is way better than mine."

After that, it was a perilous battle between Peter and Flash against Sam and Tandy. There were many whitewashes and gangs, a snow-angel break, then a grueling fight-to-the-death.

By the time the snow was more like mush than cotton, they settled on a wary-tie and hustled back into the building, sopping wet and shaking like a pair of maracas.

"Next time," Peter whispered-hissed at Sam as they, Tandy, and Flash huddled for warmth like penguins and hastened down the hall. "There will be no mercy."

"Whatever Webs, we'll see who has the power as soon as I send that video." Sam retorted, smirking triumphantly.

"Oh, you mean the video on this," Peter held up Sam's phone.

Sam gasped and lunged for it, but Peter danced away, scooching up the wall to stand on the ceiling.

"Webhead, give it back!" Sam barked, pointing a threatening finger at him.

"Make me!"

Sam lit up with the Nova Force and soared at Peter, who yelped and jumped out of the way, landing back on the ground. He hissed, hopping and grabbing his feet. "Ah, cold feet, cold feet, cold feet!"

"Give it to me!" Sam shouted, veering at him again.

"No!" Peter ran down the hall, phone still in hand, leaving a sopping, wet trail behind him. Sam was right on his tail, raining droplets of water, and yelling expletives.

Tandy and Flash watched amusedly as they disappeared around the bend, but the noise of their fight still bounced back to them.

"Next time," Tandy said. "We gang up on them."

"Sounds like a game plan to me!" Flash beamed, fist-bumping her.

They winced as a loud crash erupted from the hall, followed by the fearful silence of Peter and Sam as the loud voice of the Director of SHIELD shouted, "SPIDER-MAN! NOVA! IN MY OFFICE!"

They shared a look and quickly walked in the other direction, trying to outrun the puddles of water they were leaving on the ground.

WHOO! First one, complete! These will generally be pretty short, probably just 1,000+ words each, but there will be one uploaded every day until Christmas! :D It's okay if you don't celebrate Christmas though, and you can just enjoy some goofy kids.

See tomorrow ;)

-OfficialUSMWriter out!