I was in the kitchen, baking gingerbread cookies and decorating a gingerbread house with candy. I had been in there all afternoon with Thor, Steve, and Bruce. Christmas music playing in the background, and Steve, Bruce, and I were singing along. We had made at least 150 cookies already, and it didn't look like we were stopping soon.

"Beth, would you assist me with the frosting?" Thor asked. "My hands are too large for the bag…"

I turned around to see that Thor had managed to squeeze the piping bag so hard, it had burst open on his hands and the table. I couldn't help but laugh as I got him a new one.

"Here you go. Let me help you. "I took hold of his hands and the bag. "You don't need to squeeze the bag so hard. The frosting comes out easier than you think. That's it; you're getting the hang of it!" I exclaim as I help him trace the outline of a reindeer cookie.

I walk back to the counter and begin to make another batch of buttercream. I silently tap Bruce on shoulder. He looks up from the gingerbread house he's constructing. I secretly flick some flour onto Steve's back, and Bruce snickers. He tosses his own, only to have Steve turn around and give him a menacing glare.

Steve looks really serious, and then says, "Is that how we are going to play? Because if it is, then it is ON my friends!" He yells as he throws some flour at Bruce and me, covering us in the white powder.

"You did NOT just do that! FLOUR FIGHT!" I scream and fling flour at everybody.

The fight lasted about ten minutes, with each of us yelling and throwing flour all over the kitchen. We would have continued even longer, except Tony walked in right as Thor dumped a whole bag on my head.

"WHAT. IS. GOING. ON?" Tony asks, barely containing his anger. "You completely destroyed my kitchen."

"Actually, Tin Man, this is everybody's tower now. I think you're just jealous you couldn't participate." I trashed talk, with my opponents agreeing. I seriously think Tony's vein was throbbing in his forehead. The four of us stood there, covered from head to toe in flour, as Tony went on one of his famous "I invited you here, it's my tower!" rants. We could barely contain our laughter as we ran out of the kitchen to take showers.

"EVERYBODY UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS MORNING!" I shout through the PA system, and then proceed to blast Mannheim Steamroller. "MERRY CHRISTMAS AVENGERS!"

Obviously, it was Christmas morning. I decided the sleepy superheroes needed a wake-up call they wouldn't forget.

I ran into Steve's room wearing my red and green "Christmas Pj's" and a Santa hat, yelling and then jumping on his bed. "Wake up Steve! It's present time! Merry Christmas Captain!"

He quickly gets out of bed, wearing equally festive pajamas. Steve and I probably loved Christmas more than anybody in the tower. We ran into Bruce's room, giving him the same treatment I did. He yelled at us for being too spirited, but then donned a hat of his own and followed suit.

When we got to Thor's room, we quickly realized that my method wasn't going to work. I literally had to slap him across the face before he woke up. After that ordeal was over, we gathered the rest of our weird family and headed to the living room.