It was officially Christmas season. The weather was cold, snow flaking down and coating everything in white. People were walking around with bundles of Christmas decorations, gifts, food, etc. The city gleamed with lights and holiday spirit. It was a beautiful time, and... Peter had a thing. He had lots of things but he specifically had a thing about the perfect Christmas tree.
He had been rambling about it for days leading up to the week before Christmas when the billionaire took him to a fancy Christmas tree shop. The place was huge and so were the trees. Which was perfect for the Spiderling's 'crushing' dreams. Peter usually asked several hundred times before he used Tony's money, But this was something he was throwing the order's money at, guilt free.
Once they walked in a worker handed Tony a pamphlet of all the types of Christmas trees they could choose from. They had details of sizes, colours (although Peter thought everything looked green), and fluffiness to height ratios, etc.
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"Omg Tony look at this one! Wait look at that one! This one is soo cute, but it's too small. Omg that one has white tips!" Peter squealed pointing in all sorts of directions. Tony pulled the younger back by the scuff of his coat. "Kid slow your roll. We got an entire list to select from. Now tell me your requirements for the Christmas tree for 'my' house".
"Okay. It should be taller than you, super fluffy and most importantly, if it falls over it should be able to crush me"
"What?"
"What?"
"What do you mean crush you Underoos?"
"It's a measurement! If the tree isn't capable of doing that then it's not good enough!"
"Petey pie, my wiggly little spider baby, I'm gonna have to stop you right there, I don't think that's an accurate requirement"
"It is! Tony you said we can get the tree I want. Plus you suck at holiday decorations! It's Dum-E who does it most of the time, so you have no say so"
"That's no reason to buy something that can crush you Pete"
"It's my dream tree Tony! A tree that's so fluffy and humongous that if it falls over it'll crush me"
"You're ridiculous"
"You mentor me. If I'm ridiculous it's your fault"
"That's not how it works"
"Don't do something I would do, and definitely don't do something I wouldn't do"
"Okay maybe"
"Plus, I always wanted the perfect tree. May and I could just never afford it, or the space for it. I love the trees we had every Christmas, but my dream tree is a huge fluffy disaster. Oh and I'll love it so so muchh!"
"Come on kid, your nightmare tree awaits for my card"
Tony pursed his lips, things he do for the damn spider in his house.
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Their choice of Christmas tree was a huge 13 foot fluffy white pine. Tony let Peter pick out tons of decorations. Their shopping cart was full of different sized ball ornaments, reindeers, stars, flowers, bells, tiny Santa Clauses, ribbons, candy canes, and other types of ornaments.
By the time they walked back to their car, close to a thousand dollars had left Tony's card. But Peter was smiling and he was so so happy, cradling their bags of Reindeer rice crispies and gingerbread man cookies. The genius felt his chest ache. So precious.
They loaded up the Christmas tree and all the decorations and lights they bought. Tony turned the heater on and they snacked on the treats before heading home.
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Peter spent most of his nights at the foot of the Christmas tree. He worked on his mini projects, texted with friends, drank hot chocolate or just lounged. His eyes glowed from the lights and glitter from the decorations. Sometimes Tony would snuggle with Peter at the foot of the sofa, both doing their own thing while they enjoyed their Christmas tree. Tony had to admit, the kid did great. The ornaments, the lights, the style of tree, everything was perfect.
"You like the tree kid?" Tony murmured into Peter's hair. Hand rubbing his back lazily. "Yeah. It's the best tree ever. Thanks Tony" the Spiderling nuzzled.
"Merry Christmas dad"
"Merry Christmas Petey pie"
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