So, Christmas in a house full of government proclaimed superheroes. He had expected it to be more of a disaster.

The mansion was usually in some state of perpetual craziness, but the kind of craziness that they had all gotten used to. You know, that kind of craziness that must have come with being part of a family. Something that none of them had really experienced before, except for maybe Steve or Clint.

Steve sometimes reminded them that yes, he had been alive in the 1930s and '40s, and that his family had consisted of a boy that, by description, sounded like a mix between Tony and Clint. Then there were Clint's stories, which made Tony really question how Clint didn't turn out to be much stranger than he really was…

Anyway, Christmas time really didn't turn out to be all that different from what their routine had been like before the season. The only difference was the decoration and the food. And if there was an excuse that he could make up to get Christmas cookies all year round, he would totally use it. (That and the fact that around Christmas time people didn't badger him about his "unhealthy eating habits").

The days passed by pretty quickly, and Tony found himself drowning in a sea of gifts for his friends. When he opened his closet things actually came tumbling out, something that he thought was reserved for cheesy cartoon specials. However, here he was, actually having to shuffle through all the stuff that he had bought, already wrapped and tagged. Not that that was a bad thing, no. Tony was usually swimming in money, so getting stuff for others wasn't that big of a deal. The problem that he had was that when he saw something that he thought any of his friends might even remotely be interested in he would buy it, and have it wrapped. This meant that not only did he end up with more presents than he could handle, but he also had no clue what he had bought anymore.

So, he wasn't bothered so much by the amount of gifts (he was a giver, what could he say?) but rather by the fact that he didn't even know what he had gotten them. It shouldn't bother him, but for some reason he was getting a little self conscious, which was completely and utterly stupid. He didn't care what other people thought, right? Plus, he was rich, so any gift that they got was going to be amazing.

He yanked a bright blue button up off of it's hangar, and slipped it on over his black wife beater, letting out a short huff as he used his back to shove the door closed. His head falling back against the wood surface after the knob locked back into place.

"You alright Tony?"

His head snapped up to meet amused blue eyes. "Steve!"

Golden blonde eyebrows lifted up beneath early morning messy bangs.

"You um, you, you didn't-"

"You keep all of the presents in our closet. I've seen all of them."

"Damn."

"You do realize that they're all wrapped, right Tony?"

"Well yeah, but- You know, it's just a Christmas thing, right? You can't just see your presents."

"I'll see them under the tree anyway, won't I?"

"Shut up."

Steve's mouth tilted up further, and suddenly his lips were on Tony's own. "Everyone will love everything that you've gotten them. I'm sure of it."

Tony huffed out a laugh. How the fuck was Steve able to read him like that? Not even Pepper had confronted that issue until it had been staring her in the face. Literally staring at her, in the form of a giant stuffed rabbit. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, just like the giant stuffed bear that Steve had gotten for his first birthday present had seemed like a good idea. Maybe the plush of the shield he had it holding had been a little over the top.

"Yeah, never doubted it."

"Right."

His mouth set itself in an automatic smirk. "Why would I? Rich, remember?"

"Would you ever let me forget?"

He rocked forward on his feet, his lips ghosting over his boyfriends. "Not on your life." He looped an arm as far around Steve's waist as he could get, and pulled his body forward, claiming his mouth in a kiss.

He could feel the blondes lips tilt up against his own. This was it. This was Christmas. This was his life. And holy shit was this the luckiest he had ever been. Wow.

…

His hand shifted through Steve's hair, getting tangled in the soft golden strands, and musing it in a way that made Steve relax back into him. He was sinking back into their warm leather loveseat, Steve reclining against his chest from between his legs, half on the floor and half on the loveseat. It didn't look comfortable, but Steve seemed happy so he wasn't going to question it.

It felt kind of like a cliched Christmas day. They were all snuggled up in the penthouse living room. A fire was burning quietly in the fireplace, and the screenplay of Miracle on 34th Street echoed through the large space. A huge tree was propped up in the corner of the room, filling the air with the scent of pine, and seemingly held up by the massive pile of presents underneath it (most of them from Tony). It was horribly movie-esque, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.

He could harp on the Christmas's from his past, the ones that in no way involved any of this "homey" feeling, but he was an adult. An adult who was able to forgive and forget, or at least ignore in favour of pulling his boyfriend close to him, and eating a fuckton of food.

Ha. Take that past. I've got Steven Grant Fucking Rogers and all you have is booze and sex, and fuck that was going to get sad fast.

He let out a soft cough, and shifted a bit, causing Steve to turn his head back. He gave Tony a questioning look, and started to slide off of him, and Tony was waaayyy too comfortable to let that happen. He slid his hand down from Steve's hair, and locked it with his other, fastening Steve in a hold stretching across his chest. Despite the fact that Tony was pretty much only as strong as like, one fifth of Steve, the super soldier seemed to get the idea, and stayed put.

"Guys?" Clint whisper yelled. "Presents?"

Noooo. Presents meant moving, and that meant Steve moving, and that meant Tony had to find another way to get warm and comfy.

Everyone's eyes shifted around before landing on Tony. He can never have nice things.

"Why are you looking at me? We're all adults here, you don't need my permission to open presents."

The archer shrugged. "Well, just figured since you always claim, "your house, your rules". That and the fact that you bought, you know, like 30,000 presents."

He shrugged, "I'm just charitable, I've got so much to give."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

Bruce let out a snort. "Looks like Steve's gotten to you."

"What? I was a perfectly charitable person before he got here! I'm a giver! I give!"

His body shook as Steve let out a rumbling laugh. "It is true, you know. His charity has nothing to do with me."

"Riiight."

"I'm hurt. You guys have so little faith in me! You'll trust me with your lives, but not with-"

"Woah there drama queen," Clint snickered. "Who said I trusted you with my life?"

"Shut it Legolas."

Bruce stood up, shuffling over to the tree and beginning to distribute presents, first handing one to Natasha, which ended up bouncing off of Clint's forehead.

"Shut up and open your presents."

Hope you're still enjoying the story,

and that you're having/have had a great holiday!

~Castor