Chapter Twenty-Eight:
~~~two weeks later~~~
"Thor, you will decorate outside of the tower with me and toaster," Sam ordered, everyone watching nearby quietly.
"Wait, am I toast-,"
"Decorate with what decorations?" Thor cut Vision off.
"I've got that covered," Tony spoke up for the first time.
"Good. Next, Natasha, Wanda, Clint, and Pie...Pet...Pedro?" Sam eyed the name suspiciously, "Whatever the hell your name is. You all have the inside minus the the living room. I'm talking, garlands on the stairs, Christmas themed table settings, and matching Christmas pajamas," Sam spoke, a small laugh slipping out,
"Are the pajamas necessary?" Wanda raised her eyebrows.
"It is for my happiness."
"If it's not the traditional Christmas culture, I'm not-,"
"AH! Who did Cap put in charge?" Sam cut Natasha off, grinning when everyone rolled her eyes, "That's right, me. And if you're really curious, yes, some families match on Christmas."
"I'm starting to regret this," Steve admitted, Sam ignoring him.
"Uhh, Bucky! You're annoying and don't play with others. You plan out Christmas activities," Sam paused, turning serious, "That's my favorite part, so don't screw it up."
"Actually, I-,"
"The rest of you are on living room duty; that's Banner, Rogers, and Stark," Sam summed up, tucking the small notepad back into his pocket, "Any questions?"
"Yeah, actually, I was-,"
"No? Good. Let's get to work," Sam shooed everyone away and headed for the front door.
"Wait! Uhm, Sam!" Bucky ran up to the man, making him roll his eyes, "I'm busy right now, Bruce."
"It's Bucky, and I was-,"
"Oh. Then I'm really busy right now."
Bucky blinked, before deciding to let it go,"-I was thinking that maybe you should help me? Because I'm kinda out of my element here."
Sam looked flustered, as Bruce decided to ask him a question at the same moment, but he just waved Bucky off, "What the- hold on. Hey Bruce! You're outside with lights!"
A groan and a 'I don't even celebrate Christmas' was heard, but Sam ignored it. He turned to Bucky, exasperated, but he refrained from saying anything when his eyes landed on how distraught the man was. The silence was awkward, but Sam didn't have the time to stand around and wait.
"Soo, letters to Santa?"
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"Finally," Steve plopped down on the brown couch, taking in the masterpiece that they had created. The tree was decorated in twelve feet of red and gold, a similar color throughout the entire room. The fireplace held everyone's stocking, either on it or over it, "It looks nice."
Tony shrugged from his criss-crossed spot on the fireplace, "Yeah. I guess."
A silence fell over them again, one that they had worked in for the past three and a half hours. Tony wasn't quite sure if Steve had read his letter, and Steve didn't really know what to say. However, they were supposed to leave the next day for the Klinck Research Station in Greenland, and Steve knew damned well that some of the team would not be coming home from that trip.
"Tony, we have to talk," Steve sighed, "I don't think I'll be able to later."
"Why not? We're going to be on a helicarrier for ages," Tony stated, "And to be quite honest, dealing with you is kinda the last thing I want to do. That's why I wrote the letter...so I didn't have to say it. You're kinda missing the point here, if you were wondering. I'm starting to think I should put this fire out, it's getting kinda sweaty in here. Maybe..."
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What Are the Odds? (Stony Au)
Fanfiction"He hates me," Steve stated bluntly. "Hate's a strong word, Cap," Clint reassured his old friend, "I'm sure he doesn't hate you." "I hate him." "Huh," Steve wondered out loud, "What are the odds?"
