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The Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of the cozy living room, its ornaments glinting in the warm glow of twinkling lights. It was adorned with memories of decades gone by—handmade trinkets, keepsakes from their travels, and tiny photo frames of loved ones. A star, slightly tilted but still shining bright, perched on the top, completing the picture of holiday nostalgia.
At the center of this tranquil scene, a man of 130 years, his once-golden hair now streaked with gray, carried two steaming cups of coffee toward the couch. His steps, though slower than in his prime, still carried the grace and strength of a man who had seen and endured so much. He placed the cups carefully on the coffee table, glancing at the woman who had been his partner through all of it.
The red-haired woman, her fiery locks now softened with age and streaks of silver, smiled at him as she lifted the corner of the blanket draped over her lap. "Come here," she said, her voice still carrying the warmth and teasing lilt he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
Steve chuckled, settling down next to Natasha. The couch dipped slightly under his weight, and she pulled the blanket over both their legs. The fabric was worn but soft, just like the familiarity between them. As he reached for her hand under the blanket, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
He leaned back, his shoulder brushing hers, and smiled. "So," he asked, his tone playful, "what's the movie on repeat this time?"
"La La Land," she replied without hesitation, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
He rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress his grin. "Again? You're really not letting that one go, huh?"
"Never," she replied firmly, settling against him as the screen came to life. The opening chords of the musical filled the room, transporting them into the vibrant and bittersweet world of the film.
Time slipped away as they watched, their hands still intertwined under the blanket. They laughed at familiar moments, hummed along to the songs, and shared soft whispers about scenes they had seen countless times before. It was their tradition, one they had built over years of shared anniversaries and Christmases.
About halfway through the movie, Natasha broke the silence. "Where is James going tonight?"
Steve cleared his throat, knowing this question had been on her mind for a while. "I heard the Barton kids are reuniting. So, James is probably with them."
Natasha huffed softly, her lips pressing into a pout. "So eager that he forgot what today is," she muttered, her tone a mix of exasperation and affection.
Steve chuckled, tilting his head to look at her. "Nat, are you upset?"
She scoffed lightly, crossing her arms. "Upset? Why would I be upset? My son is out having fun with his friends."
He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Oh, so you're just a little mad that your son forgot to even wish you a happy anniversary."
Her pout deepened, and she let out a resigned sigh. "Most of the time, he forgets to even meet us."
Her vulnerability, however slight, tugged at Steve's heart. He laughed softly, nudging her with his shoulder. "You know, it's your fault."
She turned to him, her brows furrowing. "My fault?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning as he leaned closer. "You were the one who suggested getting married on Christmas Day. Said it'd be a great memory. So, here you go—every year, competing with holiday chaos."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile creeping onto her lips. "Well, I didn't think you'd still be bringing it up 130 years later."
"And yet here we are," he teased, his tone light.
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