Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Soooo I wrote a Christmas fic! Because December is here and I really really like the Holiday spirit, the amazing food and the cute decorations. This was supposed to be fluff but now it’s more of a mix of crack/fluff/anything can happen in the marvel universe/Tony gives us all the feels. Huge thanks to Cherry for beta’ing and I dedicate this shit to Steph for being my bro.

6500~ words ; PG-13 ; Steve/Tony

Also I’m planning on writing a smut sequel, just fyi.

It’s December; the streets are packed with people holding their old coats tightly to themselves as they try to hide from the cold, shiny Christmas lights decorate all the trees you can find in New York City, and there are huge decorations hanging from the walls anywhere you look. It’s beautiful, maybe even a little big magical, and the Avengers wished for nothing more than the chance to admire their city at its best, but unfortunately, superheroes rarely get to stop and admire the scenery.

They’re on a mission - an incredibly shitty mission. Not shitty as in very boring or very stupid or very ‘can someone please explain to me why the whole team was called to save a kitten stuck in a tree?’. It’s literally a shitty mission, with cow dung everywhere you can lay your eyes on, and giant mutant cows walking around. They aren’t even doing anything purposely destructive, just biting anything that looks green, or edible. But they look scary, and they’re making a huge mess, so the Avengers are now all packed with tranquilizer guns that supposedly could put a whale to sleep – but yet don’t do much to the freaking cows. You have to at least shoot five of the damn things if you want the beasts to tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

Somewhere at the top of a tree, Clint shoves cotton up his nose so he can focus on shooting two guns at the same time instead of vomiting, while muttering ‘what the hell is wrong with evil geniuses these days’. Because really, that’s the biggest problem with a good part of the cases the Avengers are thrown at. They’re usually caused by mad scientists with too much time on their hands and too many self-esteem issues, who need to be the most original and creative mad geniuses of all time, otherwise they’re failing some mystical requirement for the non-existent evil geniuses award show.

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(Source: ironmalik)

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

tonysboner:

Soooo I wrote a Christmas fic! Because December is here and I really really like the Holiday spirit, the amazing food and the cute decorations. This was supposed to be fluff but now it’s more of a mix of crack/fluff/anything can happen in the marvel universe/Tony gives us all the feels. Huge thanks to Cherry for beta’ing and I dedicate this shit to Steph for being my bro.

6500~ words ; PG-13 ; Steve/Tony

Also I’m planning on writing a smut sequel, just fyi.

It’s December; the streets are packed with people holding their old coats tightly to themselves as they try to hide from the cold, shiny Christmas lights decorate all the trees you can find in New York City, and there are huge decorations hanging from the walls anywhere you look. It’s beautiful, maybe even a little big magical, and the Avengers wished for nothing more than the chance to admire their city at its best, but unfortunately, superheroes rarely get to stop and admire the scenery.

They’re on a mission - an incredibly shitty mission. Not shitty as in very boring or very stupid or very ‘can someone please explain to me why the whole team was called to save a kitten stuck in a tree?’. It’s literally a shitty mission, with cow dung everywhere you can lay your eyes on, and giant mutant cows walking around. They aren’t even doing anything purposely destructive, just biting anything that looks green, or edible. But they look scary, and they’re making a huge mess, so the Avengers are now all packed with tranquilizer guns that supposedly could put a whale to sleep – but yet don’t do much to the freaking cows. You have to at least shoot five of the damn things if you want the beasts to tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

Somewhere at the top of a tree, Clint shoves cotton up his nose so he can focus on shooting two guns at the same time instead of vomiting, while muttering ‘what the hell is wrong with evil geniuses these days’. Because really, that’s the biggest problem with a good part of the cases the Avengers are thrown at. They’re usually caused by mad scientists with too much time on their hands and too many self-esteem issues, who need to be the most original and creative mad geniuses of all time, otherwise they’re failing some mystical requirement for the non-existent evil geniuses award show.

Read More