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"It's like Christmas, but with more... me." ~Tony Stark
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EPILOGUE
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas-"
Clint opens the front door, and in his purple robe and a Santa hat on his head, he yells, "Merry fucking Christmas!"
Natasha comes in behind him with presents in her arms. "Imagine he said that without the cursing?"
I place my hand on the slight bump that is my stomach and laugh. My seat on the sofa is perfect to watch all the action. "Nat, you might want to get Vlad to help you with that!"
It's Christmas, finally, and all we planned has come to fruition. Tony made the biggest batch of eggnog I've ever seen, Pepper and Nat put together a large Christmas dinner, we had all the new mutants and Avengers and their families to the tower for fun, and it's snowing outside. Vlad, Pietro, and I even took some time to visit Aspen, wishing her a merry Christmas and leaving holly by her resting place. There couldn't have been a more perfect day.
Tony made it quite obvious that he would be handing out the ugliest sweaters on the planet. As Pietro walks towards me in a hideous, green and red pullover, I die laughing at the grumpy look on his face. "Awww, babe, what's wrong? Not your color?"
He rolls his eyes as his lower lip juts out and he crosses his arms like a toddler who didn't get his way. "That thing is a crime," Wanda says, passing us on the couch. "Burn it."
"Like yours is any better, sister," Pietro retorts, motioning with his hand to her yellow and green one. "I miss my blue sweater!"
I pat his head as he hands me my hot chocolate, since I can't have alcoholic eggnog for obvious reasons. Tony only makes alcoholic beverages. "Awww. You're adorable, you know that?" I turn to look at Steve who sits to the left of me on the sofa. "Hey, stars and stripes, how do you like celebrating Christmas in the 21st century?"
"Very different," he chuckles, looking down.
My yes soften. He must miss Peggy and Bucky. I can't imagine how many lonely Christmases he's had without them. I get up from the sofa and go over to hug him. "Try to have some fun, okay?"
He nods, smiling down at me and placing a big-brotherly kiss on my forehead. "You said you had news for us?"
I grin and dance away towards the kitchen. "Soon, Spangles!" I hear his infectious laughter as I go towards Pepper, who is busy cleaning up after Tony as usual, and Vision, who is pulling snickerdoodle cookies from the oven. I tell you this, you have not seen everything until you see the Vision in an apron that says "kiss the chef". Thanks for the gag gifts, Tony. Real mature.
Tony passes me as I lean against the island and pick up a cookie from the pile as Vision scoops them off. "Why are you always eating, Glory? You have, like, nine stomachs or something."
I chuckle. "No, that's Starfire you're thinking of." Tony raises an eyebrow at me, confused. "Oh. Right. Marvel vs DC. Ignore me."
"Uhhh huh. Oh! What did Sonic and Sabrina the teenage witch think of my gag gifts?"
I roll my eyes and bite into the cookie. "Not amused, but I loved it. I will be sure to make them wear it." Tony had gotten the twins the "I'm With Stupid" shirt for Wanda and the "I'm Stupid" shirt for Pietro.

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