Irondad & Spiderson Oneshots

Very Merry Christmas

Peter groaned and pulled the blankets over his face when the morning sunlight streamed though his window. It was one of the worst days of the year.

It was Christmas.

Christmas was supposed to be a time of tinsel, holiday decorations and happiness.

Happiness. Peter groaned again. Why did everyone but him get it? All the other Avengers had family or lovers or someone to share their happiness with. Mr. Stark had Ms. Potts and Morgan, Steve had Bucky, Natasha and Clint were getting close, Thor had Loki. (Yes, we all love Loki here) The list goes on. But he had nobody. Aunt May was gone, so was Uncle Ben, and his parents. MJ moved away and Ned didn't like him anymore. (I know, its sad, but I need it to work for the story)

There was a thump and a clattering of pans somewhere towards the kitchen.

"Clint Barton, What have I said about entering the kitchen through the air-conditioning vents?" Mr. Stark's voice rang though the hallways and a little round of laughter followed.

Peter vaulted out of bed, aggravated by the happiness that was shared on... Christmas. not caring about the bedsheets flopping over the side of his bed messily. He stomped over to his wardrobe and rustled though it until he found some suitable clothes.

"Peter, your heart rate is noticeably increased, and you seem to be having a strong bout of negative energy. Do you want me to notify Mr. Stark?" FRIDAY asked.

"No FRIDAY, I'm fine." Peter grumbled.

***

Peter went to grab the door handle that led out of the SI living quarters.

"Mister Parker, where do you think you're going?" Peter turned to see Pepper Potts, hands on hips. Behind her was all the avengers, in the kitchen, seated on bar stools and benches, and Steve pulling flour from the top shelf of the larder.

Peter Benjamin Parker clicked his fingers and pointed to the doorway. "Uh, out."

"Out in the cold, on Christmas?

"Uh, Yeah?" Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I guess."

"Aren't you gonna stay?" Mr. Stark asked, one eyebrow raised pointedly.

"For what?"

"For breakfast?"

"Nah, I'll- I'll pass."

"There's choc-chip pancakes!" Said Steve.

"And berry ones too!" Exclaimed Morgan.

"I'll be fine, I'm not that hungry anyway."

Mr. Stark stood from his bar stool and moved closer to Peter. "But Christmas is for spending time with your family, come on, stay." He reached out to put his hand on Peter's shoulder.

But Peter jerked away and looked steadily into Tony's eyes. "I don't have any family." He said it in an emotionless and cold voice, backing out the door and shutting it quickly behind him.

***

Peter walked through the streets, his breath coming from his mouth like white, twisting smoke.

He, from the sidewalk, looked into a window. There was a family. A mother, a father, and a little boy. The little boy waved a toy robot in the air, before putting it down and hugging his parents.

He walked on.

***

Tony P.O.V