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𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘦 [046]

Steve always loved Christmas when he was little; it was one of his favorite times of the year. However, Christmas has changed too much since he was a kid. It was all toys and none of the family time. Once the presents were opened, no one would see each other for about a week, so he was told.

The other members of his team, especially Tony, did not seem to like the holidays as much as Steve. They might exchange gifts, chug some eggnog, but nothing extravagant.

Steve and Tony had just returned from a smaller mission, one that only required the two of them, when Steve asked "We should decorate for Christmas, make the tower just a little more festive. I think it would be nice." He flashed a white toothy grin toward Tony, practically begging him to say okay.

"Fine, but keep the Mistletoe to a minimum. I do not want to kiss someone like let's say, Natasha I do not think that would turn out well." He gave a small laugh as he removed his helmet and lead Steve to his lab, "I very much would like to keep my head firmly attached to my body." They both gave short terse laughs and Tony goes to disassemble his suit, "But Steve, I swear, if you make us wear ugly Christmas sweaters you will be living at S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I promise no ugly Christmas sweaters." Soon enough, Steve was out buying all the Christmas decorations his one cart could hold. Avengers Tower was big, and this would only cover one floor, at best. His cart was piled high with wreathes, ribbons, boxes and boxes of lights, every color tinsel imaginable, and mountains of ornaments. His cart looked like jolly ol' Saint Nick had thrown up. He handed the woman at the cash register his S.H.I.E.L.D. credit card, said happy holidays, and returned to the tower.

He had planned to go back out later and buy the Christmas trees, one for every floor. As Steve made his way into Avengers Tower, the doorman looked at him with wide eyes, "Did you ask Mr. Stark if you could do this?"

He replied, "I did, and he surprisingly agreed to it."

"Is he ill?" the man asked, completely serious.

"I hope not." Steve said as he continued to the private elevator that led to the apartments at the top. Once he reached his floor, he spread out all of his supplies. Organizing the tinsel and lights by color, displaying the ornaments across the carpet so they would not roll away, and carefully placing his many wreaths on the couch. He stood back and admired his haul. He bent down, picked up some tap and tinsel, and began to decorate his living room.

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Nine hours, 4 trips to the craft and or Christmas store, and 2000 trips up and down a ladder, the avenger's tower is completely decked out in everything related to Christmas. At the point where he had gotten to the hanging of the lights, he found himself at Bruce door, asking if he knew how. He kindly showed Steve how to hang the decorations, and they ended up decorating Bruce's entire floor before he left to finish his own floor.

Tony walked into his apartment later that evening, and his jaw hit the floor. Every inch was covered in an array of red, green, and almost every other color. In some places, there was mistletoe hung from the ceiling. He gave himself a mental note where they were placed, so he could avidly avoid standing underneath them.

"So... Do you like it?" Steve asked as he walked out from behind a wall, causing Tony to jump 2 feet in the air, "Sorry I'm still here, I did your floor last. Believe it or not, these were the leftover decorations."

"I don't even want to see your floor." There was an awkward silence between them, "How long did it take you to do all of this?"

"Around nine hours, and four trips to the store. I think the doorman is tired of seeing my face." He gave a small chuckle.

"Damn, Steve, that's incredible."

"Thank you, I had some help. Bruce taught me how to put up the lights."

"Bruce knew how to put up Christmas lights?" he asked.

"Well I was sure Natasha did not know, Clint too. Also, Bruce was the only one home."

"Yeah the whole, Russian and raised by circus clowns kind of suggests they didn't celebrate Christmas growing up." He walked over to his couch and set his briefcase down, he walked back to where Steve was standing, "Do you want a drink?" he asked as he now led Steve towards his kitchen.

"Yes, thank you," He replied as he followed Tony. Together they stood by his enormous refrigerator, as their drinks were being poured.

"Here you go," Tony said as he handed Steve his glass.

Steve took the drink but did not take a sip; instead, he just stood there, with a smile plastered on his face.

"What are you so happy about? Drinks are not an unusual thing around me." Steve's eyes drifted upwards, and Tony's followed. There, hanging nicely above their heads, was a bunch of mistletoe. "No."

"It's the rules, Tony."

"N-O" Tony looked at him with a deep loathing in his eyes. He turned to walk away; but as soon as he turned his back, Steve grabbed his arm, spun him around and kissed his full on the lips. "St-Steve, I'm not-" He was silenced by the other man planting another forceful kiss on him again.

Tony let the warmth of Steve's lips engross him as he proceeded to kiss him back. Tony pushed Steve against the fridge; thrusting his mouth furiously onto Steve's. He separated himself from Steve, "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Maybe..." He leaned in again and gave him a smaller, tender kiss. Tony gave him a small kiss in return.

"Do you want another drink?" 

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