Aurelia Stark, the girl with everything. Only daughter of billionaire, Tony Stark, she has anything a girl could of ever wish for. But when her father goes missing in the Afghanistan desert, the cracks in her seemingly perfect life start to show.
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Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you -Fairytale Of New York, The Pogues
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December 24th, 2010 Manhattan, New York
The door to Steve's apartment swings open, revealing me posing with some candy canes. He looks up from the book he's reading and smiles.
"Merry Christmas!", I grin, "You get a candy cane and you get a candy cane!", I toss one at him, which he catches in one hand, "Wow, nice catch.".
"Somebody's in a good mood.", he observes with a chuckle, closing his book and placing it down on the coffee table.
"It's Christmas Eve, Steve! I'm just spreading holiday cheer throughout the land!", I exclaim, shutting the door with my foot and flopping onto the couch next to him.
"Wow, it's my first Christmas in seventy years."
"I know and I'm sorry I can't be with you for the day itself. My dad will have a fit if I don't spend Christmas Day with him.", I tell him, "Oh, but, there are positives! You get, drumroll please...", he drums his hands against the coffee table, "your present early! Whoop whoop!". I pull a small box wrapped in silver paper out of my purse and hand it to him.
"Thank you.", he smiles, unwrapping it.
Inside is a black box with no decorations or branding; just a black box. He lifts up the lid and finds nothing inside but a piece of paper. He lifts it up and reads it; a plane ticket, to Washington D.C.
"I thought you and I could go visit her together, Peggy. I know you want to see her, and I should probably catch up with her.", I say, looking at him nervously, "I mean, I don't have to come if you'd prefer to see her alone. But, you know, it's up-", I babble anxiously.
"No.", he cuts me off, "I'd love it if you came.".
I smile and blush slightly; I need to stop blushing! "Oh! We can visit your museum too. It's great fun!"
A grin breaks out across his face, "Thank you, Aria. Thanks so much. I can't wait.", he chuckles, "Well, I got you a gift too. Though, it doesn't quite live up to reuniting me with someone I haven't seen in seventy years."
So, a while later, we stand in Times Square, as the Christmas lights glisten around us. Everyone's too preoccupied rushing around, last-minute shopping, and trying to get home for Christmas to notice Aurelia Stark stood amongst them.
"Times Square, huh? What's this for?", I ask, a big grin plastered on my face.
"Atmosphere.", he shrugs. "This,", he hands me the red and green bag he's carried the entire way here, "is your present.". I take it and start to unwrap it, "I didn't know what to get you; you're kind of hard to buy for, since, you know... you're a billionaire.". I unwrap it to find a golden pocket watch, with intricate designs engraved into the rims of it. "It was your grandfather's.", he explains, "He always used to keep it on him, and I managed to find it in S.H.I.E.L.D's archives."
"Steve, I love it.", I smile, glancing from the watch to him, "God, you're so sweet."
He seems to blush, or maybe I'm just imagining what I want to see. No, not what I want to see. Because I don't... No, not Steve. I'm not-
I block my thoughts by wrapping him up in a hug. Suddenly, there's a bell ringing in our ears; we pull apart and look at the source of the noise. A man dressed as Santa shakes a bell right in our faces, "Aw, a happy couple on Christmas Eve!", he yells.
"Oh, no. We're not-", I start.
"And look, they're under the mistletoe!", he continues yelling. We both look up and see a sprig of mistletoe hanging above our heads, "You have to kiss now!"
"Why's there even mistletoe there?", I ask, "That's so random."
He murmurs a distracted noise of agreement, though his gaze is on my lips. Those big blue eyes capture my gaze, as though I'm in a trance. God, those are the eyes a girl dreams of: warm as a Mediterranean sea and simultaneously cold as a frozen lake. Those are the eyes that I could lose myself in for days.
And then there's his lips- lips that must have some sort of magnetic field because no matter how hard I try, my eyes are always dragged back to them. Each time I speak to Steve, my stare, just like his with mine, always ends on his lips.
The snowflakes have gathered in my chestnut hair and they're scattered all over his broad shoulders. Longingly, I follow the trail of gentle snowflakes down his arm to his hand, which unbeknownst to me cups mine. His hand is warm, it's rough and calloused, but oh so gentle, melting away my resolve as well as the biting cold around us. Once again, I stare up into his deep turquoise eyes and he stares into my glassy hazel orbs. Our faces are much closer than I'd first noticed and I've only ever had an urge this strong to kiss someone the time I met Robert Pattinson at the Twilight premiere. Our faces only inch closer and closer, as my eyes dart from those eyes to his lips.
But before our lips can meet, we both end up moving our heads to the side, so I plant a small kiss on his cheek.
Maybe next Christmas.
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