A/N: This is technically a tumblr prompt but since its actually based on the WaL's soulmate timeline.. enjoy fluffy fluffy Skye!

Merry Christmas!

Snowing.

Skye can't remember the last time she saw snow. The year before she had been grappling with the new powers and the year after that she had been busy chasing super powered humans. That and spending Christmas without Trip wasn't the same. Trip was the closest thing she had to a big brother and now he's dead because he tried to save her.

She rubs her head tiredly, trying to push the prickling guilt away. This year, it looks like another solo Christmas. Despite having found her soul mates, her said soul mates were off on a mission. Not that she could fault them. Skye understood that saving the world would always be more important than her. She leans her head against the frosty window, her warm breath making shapes on it. Perhaps they would come back in time. Which kind of evil villian would try to destroy the world on Christmas?

She could hear the carols on the pavement and the sound of church bells toiling outside and she takes a swig of her whiskey. If she is going to spend Christmas alone, then she is going to need to be drunk to wash away the memories of Trip and her playing cards on Christmas.

Her phone rings and she picks it up even before the first ring ends. "Hello?" she says, trying to curb her excitement.

"Skye? I'm so sorry-" Pepper's words sink to the bottom of her stomach. "There's a jet for you at the tower-"

Skye leaps off the sill, grabbing her coat as she barks to Pepper, "be there in ten."

It's less than 10 minutes when Skye finds herself on the jet that's piloted by Jarvis. She doesn't even bother questioning where they're head, she only wants to be there in time. Her leg jumps up and down, running her fingers through her hair as she prays for flight to end soon.

As soon as she feels the plane begins descend, she's up, pacing the exit. She bounces out of the plane and runs smack into thick muscled wall. Large hands grab her shoulders, steadying her. "You alright?"

She flings her arms around Steve. "Oh God you're okay. Pepper said. Oh my God. Is it Bucky?"

Steve rubs circles on her back and picks her up easily. "No, we're both alright."

"Then why-" her words freezes in her mouth as she takes in the light decorated house with little reindeers on the roof. Bucky is leaning against the door with a smug smile.

"Uh-" he scratches his head sheepishly. "Phil said you always wanted a house with light decorated roofs.. so when we got this house.. the team helped?"

Skye turns to her soulmates. "I'm sorry… what?"

"We bought a house," Bucky says impishly.

Skye could barely believe her ears. She had never had a house or an apartment or a place to call her own. She had been in foster care, then she had her van (and no matter how many times she tried to convince herself, that was not a home), but never a home.

"Doll?" Bucky brushes away the tears she didn't know had been streaming down her face.

"I- I-" She swallows shallowly, struggling to put words to the feelings welling up her throat.

"It's okay," Steve ushers her in and in the middle of the large living room is a Christmas tree dressed in silver and blue decorations like how she always told Trip she wanted her tree to be. Taking several steps towards it, her fingers brushes against the tree.

Not just a Christmas tree. A real Christmas tree. Even with Trip and Shield, they had a plastic tree because no one had the time to get a real one.

"Bucky went down to the tree yard and picked the biggest out tree that could fit our living room."

"But there's something missing," Bucky grins and lifts Skye onto his shoulders, Steve opens a box. Inside is a beautifully glass weaved angel with streaks of gold down its gown. "Come on doll, finish the tree."

Her hands are shaking as she picks it up, she scrubs the tears from her face with her sleeve and puts the angel on the top of the tree. She hugs Bucky and Steve fiercely, reiterating in tear choked whisper, "Thank you, thank you."

All of a sudden, a Christmas song blasts through the living room, startling all three. "Merry Christmassssssssssssssssss!" drawls Tony over the speakers once it is over.

"What the hell-" Steve yelps. "How?"

"I might have installed Jarvis while helping you install the Christmas lights." Tony replies easily, taking a loud slurp over the call.

"I told you asking Stark to help was a bad idea!" Bucky grouses to Steve. "Go away Stark!"

Skye laughs loudly as Bucky tries to bully Stark into removing Jarvis. And everything was perfect.