Merry Christmas! Or Hanukkah/whatever you celebrate. Happy holidays!
This request came from annanndstann yesterday, but it really won't work any other time of the year so I'm filling it now (12/25/14). :D
I don't usually do superfamily, at least not with Peter Parker because I don't really go for that, but this was really sweet. She wanted that classic "Daddy kissed Santa!" moment where Peter sees one of his dads kissing Santa (who's actually the other dad).
"Daddy Kissed Santa!" Kiss
He should be in bed, sleeping. That was where Papa had put him a while ago after reading him a story and putting out the light.
But he couldn't sleep! It was Christmas and he had to see Santa.
Peter wiggled excitedly, sneaking down the hall to the room with the Christmas tree. He was pretty sure no one was going to see him, not while he was using Aunt Natasha's stealth tactics. But just in case, he had to be extra sneaky.
He'd already gotten his wish earlier for a real family, which was all he'd wanted. He'd wished for it last year, and he had to thank Santa for getting him one, even if it had been a little later than Christmas. It had only been a little late because Santa had needed to make sure that he found the right family.
And he had. Peter needed to tell him that.
Sneaking into the living room, Peter hid behind a large plant, using the leaves to hide his bright red pajamas. He peeked over the leaves now and then to check and see if Santa had come yet, but there was nothing.
Yawning, Peter rubbed his eyes. He had to stay awake and see Santa! Just this time, and then he could go back to his room and sleep like he was supposed to.
No one would ever have to know.
Sitting down, Peter kept one hand tight on the plant pot and his ears peeled for any suspicious sounds.
But even his excitement started to wane as sleepiness started to set in, and he began to nod off, eyes drooping and breath evening out—
Peter jerked awake with a startled gasp when soft laughter reached his ears. He quickly stood, carefully peeking out from behind the plant to see if Santa was there.
It was with a jolt of excitement that Peter realized he was. And he was putting presents under the tree and in the stockings!
He was about to rush out and jump on Santa when Peter realized that Santa wasn't alone. Daddy was there, too.
Peter hesitated, unsure. He was supposed to be in bed, but wasn't Daddy also supposed to be there? Sometimes he stayed up late, but this was Christmas. Daddy was supposed to be sleeping with Papa so Santa could come and leave their presents.
"You didn't have to do this." Daddy sounded fond.
Santa stood, turning to Daddy and giving him a toothy grin that was visible even from behind his white beard. His blue eyes laughed at Daddy, and they made Peter feel warm. It was the same feeling he got whenever Papa smiled at him.
"It was your idea," Santa said, setting down the large sack he had been carrying.
"And we all know what you do with my ideas," Daddy teased, stepping closer to Santa.
Confused, Peter wondered what Daddy was doing, talking to Santa like he was Papa.
A moment later, Peter's eyes widened when he saw Daddy kissing Santa! And Santa was kissing back!
Lost and bewildered, Peter left the room as fast as he could, not even caring about being sneaky anymore.
Daddy had kissed Santa! But didn't he love Papa anymore?
He should ask Uncle Bucky. He would know what to do.
The next morning Bucky is rather bewildered to find Peter sleeping in his room, particularly with Natasha also there. Then when he hears what Peter saw last night, he's a bit too busy laughing to try and figure out an answer.
Luckily for Peter, he didn't stay behind, because Tony and Steve got it on.
