On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Eleven whining people, ten movies watching, nine heroes dancing, eight lights a blinking, seven kids a crying, six songs a singing, five Christmas cards! Four yelling agents, three confused heroes, two alien gods, and a Loki stuck in a tree.
Tony sat, the day before Christmas Eve, looking at the paper. Steve had made everyone breakfast and left some in the microwave for him. Tony had promised Steve that he would wake up on time for Christmas Eve to spend the day with everyone. Then, Christmas day, he would wake up early with the team to open breakfast and eat some sticky buns Steve was making.
Thor entered the room and went directly to the cupboards. He rummaged through it and when he didn't seem to find what he was looking for he turned to Tony.
"Where are my poptarts?" He asked.
"I don't know, buddy. Maybe someone ate them."
"But they are mine!" He complained.
"Sharing is caring." Steve said, entering the room.
"But I don't care!" Thor said with a frown and Tony covered his mouth to hide his laugh. Thor was in deep trouble for that one.
...
"Tony!" Clint whined, entering his workshop.
"Jesus Christ!" Tony yelled as he hit his head on the car he was working on. "What do you want?!"
"Maria and Phil won't let me watch TV!"
"Maria's here?" Tony asked. Clint nodded. Tony sighed and followed him upstairs.
"Hill, Coulson; why won't you let Clint watch TV? You aren't even watching anything." Tony was confused as he wiped his hands on his grease stained shirt.
"He won't stop watching Rudolf." Phil complained.
"It's driving us crazy!" Maria yelled, being dramatic.
"Clint, why won't you watch something else?"
"Because I like that one!"
"How about we watch a TV show. Have you ever heard of Tom And Jerry?" He asked.
"I have." Phil said. The other two shook their heads.
"Well, I have a movie with Christmas episodes on it. Why don't you all watch that?"
They all hesitated before nodding in agreement and Tony found and put on the movie.
...
"I am going to kill you!" Loki shouted.
Tony looked at Steve and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face and getting off the couch. Steve had been reading a book while Tony was watching Tom And Jerry with Phil and Maria and Clint.
"I got it." He said, walking toward the yelling. He entered the room the yelling was coming from and saw Natasha running from Loki. Loki's face was painted to look like Rudolf. Tony had to hide his laugh as he grabbed Loki's sweater, stopping him from chasing Natasha.
"Let me go!" Loki whined, trying to pull away.
"What happened?"
"I was sleeping and she found it funny to paint my face!"
"Loki, it will come off. Natasha, apologize and go get Steve."
"Sorry." Natasha mocked in a childish voice.
"Natasha." Tony warned.
"I'm sorry, Loki. I thought it would be funny."
"Loki." Tony warned when he said nothing. Loki rolled his eyes.
"It's okay, Natasha. I forgive you."
"Happy now, Dad?" They both asked.
"Very."
...
"Don't touch that!" Bruce yelled and a loud boom followed. Steve and Ton went running down the stairs with everyone else in pursuit. In Bruce's workshop it looked like a tornado had blown through. The walls were black with soot from the explosion. Nobody wanted to know what Fury had touched to make the room blow up, and nobody tried to ask.
"I didn't know!" Fury explained. "It's his fault for having things that explode lying around!" And that was the first time any of them had heard Director Nick Fury whine.
"It is not! Tony, it wasn't my fault!" Bruce complained.
"All of you be quiet. I have had it up to here with all the complaining. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and if any of you whine or complain, you will not get anything!"
Tony would never admit that in telling them to stop whining and complaining, he was doing exactly that.