So getting in with the festive Spirit, decided to write a small little Christmas story about the Avengers, hope you guys enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Avengers, at all. Not even one.

Christmas at Stark Tower

"I have to say Tony, when you invited us all around for dinner, this wasn't what I was expecting to see…" Clint gasped in wonder as he stared at the table mounted with numerous vegetable dishes.

"What?" Tony replied indignantly over his shoulder, "I invited you over for a CHRISTMAS meal, what were you expecting?"

"Takeaway boxes"

Tony jumped in surprise at the new voice, turning to stare at Natasha, whose head had just appeared peeping over the side of a sofa a few feet away from the dinner table.

"When did you?! Did you know she was already here?!" His head switched frantically between the two assassins, "Of course you did," he added, rolling his eyes at Clint's smirk.

"Relax Stark, I thought you knew that we regularly nap in here?" Clint winked at the genius, patting him on the shoulder and grabbing a carrot from the table and walking over towards the sofa where Natasha was sat.

"Well that's very comforting…" Tony muttered under his breath before turning his attention back to the Turkey, "Jarvis…you know how to cook this…" He paused for a second, before gesturing with both hands at the gigantic bird, "..beast, right?"

"Absolutely sir, heating the oven now," boomed the overhead computer voice.

"Great," Tony grinned as he slid the turkey into the oven, "and Pepper thought I couldn't handle this year without her cooking! Ha, now," he reached into the fridge, retrieving a bottle of champagne," onto the good stuff!"

Natasha rolled her eyes as he waltzed over waving the champagne in front of him like a trophy but lifted one of the six glasses already out on the coffee table in agreement. Clint did the same a wide grin on his face,

"Drinking at two in the afternoon, I could get used to this 'Christmas Spirit' stuff," he acknowledged as he eyed Tony filling his glass to the brim.

Tony took a step back at Hawkeye's comment, an animated expression of shock on his face as he looked at Clint and then to Natasha, expecting her to be surprised at his comment also, but instead finding her expressionless and downing her champagne.

"Don't tell me you guys have never celebrated Christmas?" the billionaire asked as realisation hit home.

They both shook their heads, and Natasha held out her glass for more drink,

"Spies don't tend to celebrate any holidays, takes focus off the staying alive part of the job," she grinned at Clint as she added, "although we try to make the exception for Fury's birthday."

Clint smiled back at her, as Tony passed back her re-filled glass he couldn't help but notice how their host now looked slightly uncomfortable and raised his glass towards him,

"No pressure on making our first Christmas a good one, eh?"

Tony managed a small awkward laugh as he raised his glass back at Clint before gulping the liquid in one go, and walking away towards the appliances.

"So when are the others due here?" Natasha called to him from over the room.

"Cap and Bruce should be here any minute now, Thor…well whatever time the Hammer Express pulls into town"

"What's the matter Stark, disappointed that Thor is stealing your act of always being last to a party?"

Tony's face instantly lit up at the sound of his 'Science-Bro's' voice, as Bruce walked into the room, followed by an embarrassed looking Steve, both of whom were clutching wrapped items.

"Sorry that we're late guys, the traffic downtown is terrible," he muttered running a hand through his hair in a nervous motion.

"Calm down Cap, and come join us for a drink," Natasha smiled at the soldier, motioning for him to come over and join her and Clint.

Steve raised an eyebrow, and checked his watch, frowning slightly,

"It's 2.10pm…"

"Ahh come on Cap, it's Christmas!" Clint piped up, and Natasha couldn't help but grin and shake her head at her partner, as Steve shrugged his shoulders and walked over to sit with them, leaving Tony and Bruce to catch up. He watched as Clint poured the alcohol into a clean chute glass for him,

"Hope you haven't been waiting too long for us to get here," he small-talked, nodding his head in thanks as Clint passed him his drink.

"Not at all," Natasha replied, "We were more than content winding Tony up before you got here."

"Nat even had a little nap in here, just to freak him out more," Clint smirked, receiving a frown from his partner. Cap looked at Natasha carefully; she didn't look like she'd been asleep. In fact, she looked as pristine as always, both of the assassins did. Clint was dressed in a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with dark jeans, and although casual looking, Steve still assumed he could leave the building and carry out an undercover assignment without needing to change. Natasha on the other hand was wearing a festive print oversized jumper, with tight fighting jeans, not exactly an outfit that would blend in, and one frankly that surprised him; he had not expected the spy to own any Christmas clothing.

Natasha noticed his lingering eye on her jumper, and smiled sadly,

"Coulson gave it to me for Christmas last year, thought it would be appropriate."

Steve nodded, not knowing what to say, and raised his glass in a toasting gesture. Clint and Natasha followed suit, and the three sipped their champagne in a silent toast, but all the while Natasha kept her gaze on Steve's hands, still cautiously grasping onto the package he had brought with him. Without saying a word she stood up and walked in front of where he was sat, holding her hands out. She arched an eyebrow as Steve instinctively drew his hands away from her ever so slightly,

"Don't worry Steve, she's not gonna read who it's for," Clint chuckled, "she's only wants to put it under the tree."

"Oh," Steve laughed back slightly, glancing at the small pile of presents, "sorry, I just, well I haven't done this properly in a long time…" he handed her the parcel along with a wonky smile.

"You're not alone there," she called back to him over her shoulder as she waltzed over towards the tree. It was huge, easily eight feet high, and decorated to the max with all different coloured tinsel, baubles and lights.

"Well…that's, erm, definitely the most colourful tree I've ever seen…" Steve mused, hypnotised by the sight.

"Some might say over decorated," Natasha noted as she sat back down next to Clint, who bit his lip to supress a chuckle,

"We think that this is the first year Tony's been allowed to decorate the tree without Pepper's tasteful supervision."

Steve grinned back at the master archer as Tony's voice boomed across the room at them,

"I heard that! Tell me one thing that is not tasteful about that tree?"

"It looks like a Disney Princess barfed all over it," Natasha deadpanned, which aroused laughter from the room, from everyone except Tony.

"Agent Romanoff…"

"FRIENDS!" Tony was cut off by the booming voice of Thor who raced through the door, a large wrapped bundle in his hands, "Man of Iron! Hulk Friend!" he grabbed the two scientists in a lung-squeezing embrace, before turned to face the others, "Captain! Barton-son! Lady Widow!" He bowed, prompting Natasha to roll her eyes. As he lifted his head, Thor caught sight of the tree,

"What is this?! It is marvellous!" Thor beamed from ear to ear as he approached the tree, "It resembles the remains of our demolished rainbow bridge in Asguard!"

"Okay, maybe it's a bit much…" Tony muttered in a quiet voice, which lead to everyone except a baffled Thor laughing.

I hope you like it so far, I will be adding Chapter 2 tomorrow