Power

Christmas Eve

I put on the most Christmas-y sweater I could find and basically flew down the stairs.

"Look, you guys! It's snowing again! Happy Christmas Eve!" I grinned, leaning over Bucky to get a better look at the snow. 

I opened the window. The air smelled like smoke and gingerbread. A snowflake landed on my nose as I closed the window.

"JARVIS, play some Christmas music!" I said.

"Hey, you are not allowed to-" started Tony.

"Playing Christmas music" said JARVIS.

                                                                                      This is the playlist

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Very well. So, shall we decorate this tree or what?" he asked.

We grabbed the cardboard boxes and started pulling out the ornaments.

The tree was huge and the boxes were filled with baubles, sparkly tinsel and led lights. The music was playing peacefully in the background as we hung the ornaments, chattering and singing.

The tree was sparkling with garlands and baubles, throning over the cozy room like a shiny jewelry.

After we decorated the tree, still laughing and giggling (Loki didn't want to join}, we started icing cookies.

"Pietro, would you stop eating the frosting?" asked Wanda.

I laughed and kept on piping the design on a snowman cookie.

"He looks a little...dead" commented Loki behind me.

I jumped up.

"Good God, Loki, you scared the hell out of me!"

He laughed.

"That was my intention".

"Here".

I pushed a piping bag and a snowflake-shaped cookie in his hand.

"Make yourself useful."

He sighed.

"Absolutely not."

"Come on, Elsa, or I'll scream "Last Christmas" in your ear."

"Don't be ridicu-"

"LAST CHRISTMAS, I GAVE YOU MY HEART..." I started.

"Fine, just stop this...incredibly awful singing" he sighed as he sat at the table.

We all went quiet for a minute, listening to the carols and focusing on our gingerbread design. It was really calming.

"Am I the greatest at decorating cookies or what?" said Tony, breaking the silence. He showed off his work.

"That looks like you drew it with your left leg" I laughed.

"Well, your Christmas tree looks even worse than Clint's, if that's even possible".

"Hey!" said Clint, who was struggling with his piping.

"I low-key love Loki's design" I grinned.

He scoffed.

"That is hilarious. But I did do a pretty exquisite job" he admired his work proudly.