AN: Wow, this was quick. (That just shows you how excited I'm to be writing this.) :)

Nothing else to be said here but read the end AN please especially AvengerFrost!

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Dear Loki,

It's not nice to call people fat.

The coal is a deterrent for children. It works well enough.

I read what happened with the Partridge. I must admit it was funny. But please take caution. No serious injury should befall the Avengers (or any of their friends and acquaintances.)

Happy Holidays!

Sincerely,

Nicholas St North (AKA Santa Claus)

December 15th...

Bruce woke up just like any other day. Except...there was a bird sitting on his chest staring at him. It's head was titled adorably to the side. At first glance Bruce thought it was a pigeon but upon further inspection he realized it was a turtle dove (He had no idea how it could've gotten into the Tower. Let alone why it was in the United States). The little bird hopped off of Bruce so he could sit up. He continued to stare at the bird. It cooed before flapping slightly and landing on his shoulder. Bruce stared at it slightly longer before half shrugging and getting out of bed (He figured he could see if the others knew anything). The dove fluttered its wings slightly to keep its balance but settled once again.

Bruce walked into the kitchen and sat down at the island. Today Clint was cooking pancakes. Natasha was reading from a tablet and Steve had an actual paper newspaper.

"Where's Tony?" Bruce asked.

"In his lab." Clint glanced up before flipping a pancake. He froze and looked at Bruce once again. "Why do you have a bird." (He was still wary from the partridge incident.)

"I have no idea." By then Steve and Natasha looked up. "I woke up to it sitting on my chest. I'm going to go ask Tony."

"Hey wait, what kind of pancakes do you want?" Clint asked as he put a plate in front of Natasha.

"Uh, chocolate chip?"

"Sure thing." Clint reached into the cupboard for the chocolate.

Bruce turned around and to the elevator. Though when he approached Jarvis didn't open it like usual.

"Uh, Jarvis? Open the elevator's doors, please."

"Sorry Doctor Banner. You are restricted access to the lab. Sir is currently working on your Christmas gift."

"Open a call to Tony then." Bruce requested as he walked back to the kitchen where Clint put down a plate in front of him. (Steve already had his plate.)

"Hello Brucie." Tony said, his voice projected from the same speakers Jarvis used.

"I needed to ask you something."

"Alright shoo-OW! No, Dum-E! Stop it! U put that-Ow! Watch where you're going Butterfingers." They heard crashes and various beeps.

"Tony?" Steve asked.

"Oh, Spangles is there too?"

"Yeah so is Natasha and Clint." Bruce answered. After another loud crash. "Are you okay?"

"Just peachy." Sarcasm covering the words. "I'll talk to you lat-Dum-E! Get back here! No, don't-!" Then they heard the distinct noise of the fire extinguisher going off. Tony sighed. "See you later. No not you U." Before the call cut off.

"Okay." Clint drawled as he sat with his own pancakes, a stack of plain ones were in the middle of the table. The dove jumped down and tried to snatch a piece. Bruce grabbed it and handed it a morsel.

"Seriously though, why is there a bird?"

"I don't have a clue. I told you, I woke up with it sitting on me." Bruce shrugged and swatted the dove back from trying to steal a blueberry.

After breakfast they split up. Bruce had originally planned on working with Tony that day but that went out the window (Bruce was starting to wish the dove would go out the window. It was like keeping track of a toddler.) He drifted around the floor; picked up a book for forty five minutes before trying his luck with the TV.

It was around dinner when Tony stormed into the kitchen. Steve had slapped a hand over his mouth to suppress his laughter. Natasha smiled and there was certain twinkle in her eye that usually wasn't there. Clint had no such reservations and burst into laughter. A disgruntled Tony stood there covered in white foam and a bruise forming on his left temple.

"What happened?" Bruce was smiling widely and trying to hold back laughs.

"My bots are rebelling." He pouted. (And Bruce just thought it adorable.) "Dum-E sprayed me seven times!" An arm flung out and a spot of foam landed on Clint. "Butterfingers is trying to maintain innocence while living up to his name. And Jarvis! Where to start?"

"I'm sorry Sir, but I do not recall any rebellious actions." Jarvis cut in.

"Oh don't you deny it!" Tony demanded, he threw his head back slightly to glare at a camera.

That was about the time things got even weirder. The foam that was collected on Tony's hair moved. It sprouted wings and flapped away, coming to rest by Bruce's dove. Clint sputtered and fell back when the flying foam flew a few inches away from his face.

Dove and sentient foam regarded each other before the dove moved forwards to nuzzle the foam. (At this point Tony finally noticed Bruce's dove.)

"And that!" Tony exclaimed. "That has been following me all day! It tried eating U's wires! It won't leave me alone!" At this point Steve had steered Tony to sit while the meatloaf was served.

After dinner...

It was cleared up that, no, Tony did not create sentient foam (couldn't very well say sentient life 'cause what would that make Jarvis, Dum-E, U and Butterfingers?) it was, in fact, another turtle dove. Everyone dispersed, Bruce was surprised when Tony joined him in the living room.

At his look Tony said, "What? I can't work in knee deep foam and broken parts. It's the bots' mess, they have to clean it."

"Knee deep?"

"Jarvis?" Tony said instead. Bruce was surprised when the TV turned on instead of the AI answering. A picture of the lab came up. An Iron Man armor was standing upright for repairs and the foam was indeed knee deep. (Bruce was glad everything in the lab was everything proof. (Well, besides the self destruct, should it ever be needed.))

Tony plopped onto the couch next to him and looked at the screen. (Dum-E was currently spinning and throwing the foam into the air. U was trying his best to stop him and Butterfingers was the only one actually cleaning.)

Their shoulders brushed and in an instant the doves were switching shoulders. Now both men had a dove on the outside shoulder.

"Did we ever figure out why these things are here?" Tony asked as he eyed his warily. Bruce guessed that Tony's dove (Richard. What, Tony? I named the dove Richard.(It was a strange dinner conversation) was more violent or more of a nuisance.

"No. I hope they'll go away by tomorrow though." Tony merely huffed a short laugh before settling in to watch yet another Christmas movie.

"Aren't turtle doves connected to love?" Tony asked suddenly.

"Devoted love, yeah." Bruce answered. (And Bruce wondered why that question made his stomach flutter.)

"It's not a coincidence." Tony stated.

"What?" Bruce looked to his left to look at the billionaire.

"I don't think it's a coincidence that the doves are following us. You and me." Tony looked away. (Was the great Tony Stark blushing?)

"What do you mean?" (Bruce was hoping he was about to say what he wanted the inventor to say.) His heart started to beat faster.

"I-I-" The words got stuck in his throat and Tony just couldn't seem to get them out. That was when the doves decided to make a ruckus (right next to their ears). They cringed and tried to lean away, thus bringing them closer. They both turned their heads to face each other only to find there faces an inch apart. Time slowed and they both froze.

Bruce watched Tony closely (which was extremely hard to do). Apparently Tony decided to try to talk again.

"I was trying to say-I...I mean.." (Luckily the doves fell silent).Tony swallowed heavily before his eyes darted to Bruce's lips and just as quickly moved back to his eyes. It was then Bruce knew that his feelings were returned. Tony took a shaky breath in and Bruce decided he wasn't going to wait any longer. He grabbed the back of Tony's neck gently (dislodging the birds silently as he did so) and brought him in for a kiss. It was gentle, sweet and chaste but it was the best kiss either Tony or Bruce ever experienced. Bruce brought his left hand to comb through Tony's hair.

Tony hissed and pulled back. Bruce had accidentally hit the impressive bruise on Tony's forehead.

"Sorry!" Bruce immediately said.

"It's fine." Tony smiled. Bruce relaxed again.

They stayed up for a few more hours watching TV. Bruce had his arms around Tony while the billionaire had his head on Bruce's shoulder. The clock hit midnight and the doves flew away together.

"Just so you know this was not how I planned it." Tony mumbled tiredly into Bruce's shoulder.

"You planned the turtle doves?" Bruce asked, bemused.

"No. My idea was cooler. But my bots rebelled. Maybe they planned it. Shut it J." Tony grumbled playfully to cut off Jarvis before he could deny it.

"Either way, I'm glad."

"Hmmm, me too." Tony hummed while closing his eyes.

"Nope, come on. Off to bed." Bruce smiled as Tony grumbled and curled into a tighter ball. Bruce decided that poking Tony's head would be the best course of action. Tony swatted at him (missing by a mile) and grumbled. Finally he opened his eyes.

"Together?" He asked quietly.

"Of course." Bruce smiled and helped Tony up. (They ended up in Tony's room just because it was closer and Tony wasn't going far.)

They fell asleep together and they both had the best night's sleep either of them had in a while.

With Loki...

Nicholas,

I don't know who you are or how you got to my letter but I promise pain. 'Santa' does not exist! Stop pretending. I wrote that purely for amusement. I figured gloating to the nicest being on earth was the best.

But...I suppose I can tell you about today's trick. The two smartest people on the team did not see their feelings, which were clear as day, for each other. I'd admit I did not foresee the chaos the bird would cause in Iron Man's workshop. It was a wonderful surprise that Iron Man's robots seem to agree that his idea was idiotic.

Day Two was a success.

With pain,

Loki

P.S. I only helped the two idiots because it was irritating everyone. Don't you dare think me 'Nice'.

AN: So on thing I forgot to mention: The concept of Loki's letters was given to me by my beta (The Moyashi Beansprout Midget) And the last half of the letter is their writing. Santa responding was my touch. :)

I lied. I need help figuring out gifts for every Avenger to give AND recieve. If you could give me a few ideas that would be great. (I have nine chapters until the gifts will be exchanged. So ideas can be submitted until chapter 11 but the later it is then the less likely it will be used.)

And did anyone catch the reference this chapter? If you did let me know because if you have a gift idea then it has a high chance of being used. (I would guarantee but...no offense but some people can come up with stupid things.) So if it reasonable and thought out then it is guarenteed. (But keep in mind I may change the giver/recipient as I would see it best.)

Saying that: AvengerFrost- since you caught the first reference then you can get to input a gift idea(s)! (Yes you can suggest more than one.) (Anyone can)

Review guys! (Can't promise the quick arrival of chapter three but I hope I'll get it done soon.) (I noticed that if I make update promises I never keep them unless everything is prewritten.)

~Dawnmoon