A/n Oh my gosh guys 274 reads? Thank you so much!! I'm sorry this toook so long to update, recently I've been having a hard time figuring out what to write. I would really appreciate it if you guys commented any requests you might have, it would help me update a lot faster. Thanks for reading and as always, please ignore any spelling or grammar errors I might have missed. Merry Christmas!
Peter's small face creased into a frown as he struggled to fold wrapping paper around a small box. It was Christmas Eve, and the 4 year old only had one more present to wrap for his dad. R-i-i-p. Peter slapped the final piece of tape onto a seam and sat back to admire his handiwork. The paper was wrinkled, and the box looked slightly malformed, but it would have to do. He rushed down the hall and placed the present in an ever-growing pile under the tree. He turned around to see Steve standing behind him, smiling.
"Doing some last-minute wrapping, Peter?" Peter giggled and started pushing on his dads' legs.
"Yeah, but you're not allowed to see Papa!" Steve allowed himself to be turned and pushed down the hallway. He grinned.
"Oh, so that's a present for me then?" Peter nodded, then, relizing his mistake, shook it violently. Steve chuckled.
"Okay then, I won't look." He walked down the hallway, then halted in his tracks as he passed by the kitchen, where Tony was attempting to bake Christmas cookies. He was covered in flour and had bits of dough stuck to his face. A pan was sitting in the sink with bits of burned cookie crumbs stuck to its surface. Tony had just pulled another batch out of the oven, and this one was also burned to a crisp. He frowned.
"I don't understand." he muttered, waving smoke away from his face. "I follow all the directions. 2 and a half cups of butter, softened, 2 cups sugar, 2 eggs, a fourth cup of milk.." He trailed off as he noticed Steve and Peter gaping at him. "What?" he asked defensively.
"Umm...Tony? Are you......baking?" Steve asked incredulously. Tony set the pan down and crossed his arms.
"Yeah? And?" Steve shook his head.
"Nothing, its just.....You do relize we have like 5 rolls of Pillsbary dough in the fridge, right? The ones that are already made?" Tonys face fell.
"Oh. Right." He turned away from his husband and started to sweep the excess flour off of the counter.
"Stupid. Stupid " he muttered to himself as he cleaned up. "There's premade dough in the fridge. Of course there is. You've got a masters in electrical engineering and physics and you can't even make cookies." He was interupted from his rant by a small pair of arms around his legs. He looked down to see Peter gazing up at him with shining eyes.
"It's ok, Daddy. We don't need to make cookies." Tony raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Really? Then what's Santa gonna eat?" Peter shrugged, then looked back at Steve, who was still standing in the doorway. "What do you think Papa?" Steve smiled and walked over.
"Well, I think that Santa needs his cookies, but we don't have to bake them. Don't we have a box of them in the pantry?" Peter grinned and ran over to the pantry. He pulled out a half empty sleeve of cookies and grabbed a paper plate. He dashed back to the living room and put the cookies on the plate, then set the plate near the tree. He ran back over to his dads.
"Ok, now we have to go to sleep." Steve laughed and Tony smiled.
"Alright, then. Bedtime!"
-Time skip to the next morning-
"Wake up, wake up, wake UP!!" Tony grumbled and turned over. Peter climbed up on the bed and shook his shoulders. "Come ON!! It's Christmas!!" Steve sat up and stretched.
"Is that today?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. Peter jumped up and down.
"YES!!!" he shouted, wiggling impatiently. Tony grumbled again and sat up, his hair sticking out like he had been electricuted.
"Kid, what time is it?" Peter glanced at the clock and froze.
"Um.." he mumbled, turning to face his dad. Tony squinted at him.
"Hm? What time is it?"
"6:15" he muttered sheepishly under his breath. Tony yawned, then swung his feet out of bed. On the other side, Steve did the same.
"Welp." Tony sighed, attempting to tame his unruly hair with his fingers. "We're up already, so might as well go open presents."
"YES!!!!" Peter sprinted down the hallway with Tony and Steve following him more slowly. Peter stopped when he came in view of the Christmas tree and gasped, eyes shining. Presents were piled high aroung the tree, and Peter's stocking was so full it looked like it might burst any minute. All of the other Avengers were already there, sprawled on the couch or gathered around the tree, admiring the presents. They all turned at the sound of Peters gasp.
"About time!" Sam exclaimed, springing up from his position on the couch to greet Peter. "We've been down here since five!" Peter grinned, but he was more occupied by the sight of the presents. Steve laughed.
"If we knew you guys had gotten up, we would have gotten up too" Tony snorted. "Well, I would have." Peter turned to face his dad.
"Can we open presents now Papa? Can we?" Steve chuckled.
"Of course we can sweetie, but let your daddy get his coffee first." Peter nodded absently, already headed toward the tree. Tony joined his husband and gave him a peck on the cheek. Steve smiled. "What was that for?" Tony grinned and hugged him.
"Merry Christmas, Steve."
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Superfamily Oneshots
FanfictionA collection of oneshots about Steve, Tony, and Peter as a family. Requests are currently CLOSED so please do not comment any requests on my story. Happy reading! --- On hiatus, don't expect any updates soon.