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First Time Santa

Peter was about 3 years old, it'd been almost a year since Tony and Steve adopted him and this was their first year celebrating Christmas as a family. Peter was tucked in for his nap, Tony made sure of it, the boy was sound asleep and there was absolutely nothing in the vicinity to suddenly wake him again. At least not until he and Steve could figure this mess out. Just as the genius was walking out of his son's bedroom he bumped into Steve, brow furrowed and eyes showing nothing but concern.

"We'll figure it out," Tony tried to reassure his husband before the blonde could speak.

"Tony, we haven't discussed this since before our wedding." Steve nearly whined the words but managed to keep his captain dignity. Not that Tony hadn't heard him whine before, or beg for that matter.

"That wasn't that long ago." Tony shrugged and walked pass the anxiety-ridden soldier.

"It was three years ago, Tony!" Steve swung his arms out somewhat dramatically, "We need to figure this out now."

"What's the issue? We already decided we'd let him choose which religion he wants to go for, if any-"

"I'm not talking about that." Steve followed Tony to their living room, arms crossed over his broad chest that was barely covered by a T-shirt. "Remember? We actually argued about this one."

"We argue about a lot." Tony raised an eyebrow, "Which part are we talking about if not the whole Nativity scene vs. Santa deal? Because I mean we already told him the whole story about Santa and the reindeer and the elves and freaking everything. He's really excited about it."

"You had said that if we ever had a kid you wanted to be Santa on Christmas, but I argued that I wanted to be too, we can't both dress up as Santa for Peter."

Tony blinked incredulously and snorted out a laugh, "Seriously? We actually fought over this?"

"A little, yeah." Steve looked a tad embarrassed to admit it now that Tony didn't seem phased by it. "So… then can I?"

"Of course, gorgeous." Tony smirked and slapped his partner's ass, grabbing a cheek for good measure. "C'mon, we got last minute plans to make."

Christmas Eve, it was late, really late. In fact it was so late it had been dark out forever already and he'd already fallen asleep once, that's how Peter knew it was late. He was curled up in his Captain America pyjamas on his Iron Man bed sheets, his Hulk blanket wrapped around him tightly. He almost didn't want to move, except he heard something on the roof their Malibu house. It sounded like hooves and bells, and he swore he heard a man laughing 'Ho, ho, ho'.

"Santa!" Peter squealed excitedly, jumping out of bed and scuttling across the floor, reaching up on his tiptoes for the handle and hopping out into the hall. He was about to run shouting that Santa was here but he remembered the stories from earlier. His dads had said that Santa always comes in the night before Christmas only when everyone was asleep, it was naughty to be up past your bedtime, Peter knew that, but he really wanted to see Santa for himself. So he scurried down to the living room where their tree was all set up and glowing.

And there he was. Big, red, and creeping around leaving presents like some kind of reverse burglar. Peter stared in wonderment as Santa placed a bunch of presents under the tree and a few in the stockings hanging on the wall, only pausing once to grab a cookie from the plate labeled 'for Santa' in Peter's 3-year-old scrawl.

Peter couldn't take his eyes away; he couldn't believe it was true, that this Santa was real. But wasn't he supposed to know when he was awake? Ah well, that wasn't important. What was important that there was a magic man who flew around in a sleigh of reindeers at night and he was at his house. Peter couldn't help the excited squeak that escaped him, his hands coming up to cover his mouth immediately, big eyes staring as Santa turned around. Peter didn't know what to do, Santa wasn't supposed to know he was awake, he was being naughty because he was out of bed. Santa was going to take all his presents away.

So what does any 3-year-old do in a panic? He sniffled and in less than five seconds of the squeak he started crying.

Steve gawked for a second before hurrying to his son's side and picking him up, hushing him gently like he always did, not really thinking about it. "Shhh, Peter it's okay."

"Don't *sniff* t-take my p-p-presents away Santa!" Peter wailed, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be bad!"

"No, sweetie, it's okay." Steve cradled him and tried wiping his tears away, "No one's taking your presents, Peter. You aren't being bad."

Peter sniffled a few more times and tried wiping his eyes, "No?"

Steve nearly cracked at the way the boy stared up at him, "No, I promise."

Peter smiled and tried to hug him, his little arms were far too short to reach all the way around. "Thank you Santa, I love you."

Steve hugged his boy in return, trying not to cry himself. "I love you too, Peter." He ruffled his son's hair and tilted his chin up, "You know what? You were so good this year, you can have the rest of my cookies."

"Can I really?" Peter lit up like the Christmas tree behind him and Steve wished he'd had a camera.

"Really."

After that Santa took off, Peter standing in the living room with a cookie in his hands, smiling widely. "Who was that, sport?" Tony feigned tired as he leaned against the doorframe of the living room, trying not to grin after witnessing the whole scene.

"Daddy! Daddy it was Santa!" Peter exclaimed, running into Tony's arms excitedly hopping up and tugging on his shirt. "Santa was here! Santa was here! You were right!"

Tony smirked and picked Peter up, patting his back, "Calm down, Peter. What was he like?"

"He was big! And nice! And kinda like Pop but with a beard and old." Peter rambled on and Tony wondered if they'd really adopted this kid. He was excitable, talked really fast, adorable, and very perceptive.

'Kid knows his dads.' Tony mused, "So you like him?"

"I love Santa! I hope he comes every year."

"I think he might, kiddo." Tony glanced down the hall where he saw Steve sneaking in and stripping the Santa suit off. He lifted his hand toward his husband and gave him a thumb's up. Steve smirked and returned the gesture with a wink of his own. "I think he might."