Christmas with the Rogers {One Shot #2}

One Shot

"It's Christmas Eve and we haven't even finished Christmas shopping! I haven't bought anything for Tony!" The Russian red head, Natasha, exclaimed.
"This happens every year. Three years we've been married and you stress over Christmas every single one of those years. I thought our first Christmas together as a married couple would be great, but I should have seen this coming." Steve Rogers, the Captain of the Avengers, teased. "Anyway, Tony Stark doesn't need anything. He's got all the money in the world and I'm pretty sure he'll buy something he wants, the moment he sees it."
"This isn't funny, Rogers." Natasha sighed. "Why don't men ever take things seriously?"
Steve looked at her and replied,"I do take things seriously. I'm only trying to lighten the situation because stress isn't good for anyone, especially a woman."
"Then thank you for being considerate, but sometimes it makes me even more stressed when you joke around in situations where you should be more serious. And stop justifying your attempt of comedy with that particular reason, just because I told you not to cause me stress for a few months." Natasha responded, looking up at her husband as she pulled his winter coat over his chest, which was already covered by a thick sweater that caused the "old man" jokes and a scarf that matched the colour of his coat.
"You've never told me why I have to stop stressing you out for specifically "a few months". Every time I ask you, you change the subject or say you'll tell me later." Steve complained. Natasha just took his hand and lead him into a shop, talking about things the Bartons would like. Steve sighed and rolled his eyes, expecting it to happen, but listened to her anyway.

By the time the cold morning air of New York turned into a night lit up by Christmas lights in the city, Steve's hands were occupied with many bags of gifts and food for Christmas. He had given his coat and scarf to his wife the moment he saw a flake of snow fall from the sky. Natasha insisted he kept it on, but he stubbornly refused.

Natasha held onto her husbands arm as they walked together back towards their apartment. They both looked at the bright festive lights with awe and discussed plans for their Christmas celebration. When they entered their apartment building, they hurried up the stairs in order to avoid the old lady who would always talk for hours on end when she saw them. The couple went inside their apartment and wrapped up the gifts they had bought for their friends.

Steve sat on the couch and watched Natasha wrap the last present, then spoke up, "So, are you going to tell me why I have to stop stressing you out for a few months? It's natural for men to cause women stress."
Natasha hummed thoughtfully, then answered, "You'll find out on Christmas."
"But Christmas is a whole day away! And you've been telling me this for weeks!" Steve protested.
Natasha just showed him the wrapped gift in response. "It's a shame you can't wrap as well as I can."
Steve blinked at her. "Well, I don't really listen to that type of music." He frowned.
Natasha laughed and got up to put the present under their neatly decorated Christmas tree, with the mountain of other presents. She then walked over to Steve and flopped onto the couch, laying against him, and put his arm around herself. "Be patient, Steve. Nothing lasts forever."

•••

Buzz buzz buzz. Steve's phone vibrated against the nightstand, waking him up, as well as Natasha, who was wrapped comfortably in his arms. The soldier groaned and grunted as he rolled over to look at his phone.
"Who is it?" Natasha mumbled, half asleep.
"Stark." Steve sighed, his voice gruff as it always was in the morning. He then answered the billionaire's call, "What do you want? It's 07:00."
"Merry Christmas, you old man! I bet you're still in bed." Tony Stark's voice rang through the speakers of the phone, making Steve wince slightly at the volume. "We'll be over in three hours." He continued and hung up.
Steve groaned again and put his phone down on his nightstand. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at Natasha, who had managed to fall into a deep sleep again. What a beautiful sight, he thought to himself.

After a "five more minutes" turned into half an hour, Steve finally dragged himself out of bed. He brushed his teeth, took a shower and got dressed into a Christmas sweater Clint Barton had bought for him the previous year, casual pants and socks with reindeer on them, from Natasha the first Christmas they celebrated together as a married couple. He quietly made his way to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast for himself and his Mrs. He hummed the tune of a childhood Christmas song that played through his head. When he was done, he put the plate of food on a tray and took it to Natasha, carefully waking her up.

The second the clock showed 10:00, there were loud knocks on the door. Steve and Natasha were finishing off last minute decorations and Steve volunteered himself to answer the door by hurrying over to it. As soon as he opened the door, Tony burst into the spacious apartment, belting out a cheerful Christmas greeting. Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes as he shut the door again and watched as Natasha got up to hug their guest with a smile.
"Good news: I brought you both alcohol!" Tony said, presenting a bottle of fine wine.
"Thank you, Tony, but I'm not going to drink tonight." Natasha smiled, accepting the early gift and took it to the kitchen.
Tony smiled and looked over at Steve. "That's fine. More for me." He chuckled, joined by the soldier.
Natasha heard them as she came back into the room and playfully rolled her eyes. "Boys." She grinned.

Hours went by and soon, all the Avengers were standing around in the Rogers' apartment living room, talking and catching up with each other. Each of them sported a festive piece of clothing with a glass of champagne in their hand, and Natasha had managed to persuade her husband to wear a Santa's hat. However, the sound of relatively quiet laughter and mumbling was interrupted by an announcement, made by none other than Tony Stark, "Okay I think it's time to open presents! They ain't gonna unwrap themselves."
Just as everyone was about to make their way to sit around the Christmas Tree, a voice of a young boy was heard: "Oh, Oh, Mr Stark!"
Everyone turned and they all looked at Peter Parker.
"I have a gift for you! I want you to open it first!" He smiled brightly, pulling out a poorly wrapped gift from his backpack. "I wrapped it myself." He informed proudly and held it out to Tony.
The genius couldn't hide the smile on his face as he took the gift. "You didn't have to, Peter."
"I wanted to." Parker grinned. "U... unless you don't want it, which is totally cool too."
"Of course I want it. What's a boy without a toy, eh?" Stark chuckled and unwrapped the gift. He smiled, looking at the small Lego model of one of his Iron suits in a box.
"I built it myself, Mr Stark. Ned helped a little bit, but it was mainly me." Peter smiled.
Tony looked at the young boy and pulled him in for a hug. "Call me Tony."

The mountain of presents had eventually disappeared and everyone had a stack of gifts from each other, but before everyone had the chance to go off and talk again, Natasha stood up. "I have one last surprise. I promised I would tell him today." She smiled.
The Avengers looked up at her and watched as she gave a small white envelope to Steve.
"A Christmas card?" Steve questioned, looking at his wife. Natasha shrugged, a suggestion for him to open it and find out.
The super soldier looked at the envelope again and opened it carefully. Inside was a piece of card with an image on it. He studied the image, his eyes slowly widening. "Is this real? I thought it was impossible." He asked.
"What is it?" A few people asked, trying to look over his broad shoulders.
"Yes, it's real. It's a photo of my ultrasound scan from a few days ago." Natasha smiled, "I'm pregnant."
Steve looked up at his wife and his lips formed a wide smile. He quickly got up and gave her a kiss, their friends clapping and cheering, giving them a congratulations.
"Merry Christmas." Natasha smiled against her husbands lips, her arms around his neck.
"Thanks for the best present ever." Steve said, wrapping his arms around her waist as he kissed her again.