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Generic Winter Gift Giving Holiday

Who: Marvel cast+invited guests and dates
What: CH5 Floor 5 hosts Generic Winter Gift Giving Holiday, in the spirit of cooperation, inclusiveness and good food.
When: December 25th
Where: Community House 5, Floor 5
Summary: Pepper and Tony held Thanksgiving, now it is Floor 5's collective turn to host the party for Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule/whatever those crazy Midgarians celebrate anyway. Hopefully everyone will survive.
Rating: PG-13 because alcohol

[It seemed only fair that since Pepper and Tony had hosted the last holiday, that someone else host this time. And since they kind of had an entire floor, the inhabitants of Floor 5 had bravely and nobly taken the task upon themselves to create a party that they could all share.

The doors are propped open to try to give them enough space for mingling, with a Christmas tree set up in Clint's living room, presents laid out beneath it. And maybe he's been a bit enthusiastic with the decorating, because it's kind of weighted down with tinsel and baubles, but it's been more than twenty years since he last had a Christmas tree and people to spend it with. Everyone else has added their own personal touches too, with a menorah in the windowsill for Ben and Billy.

The place of honour on the couch is taken by Coulson, wrapped up in blankets and Clint has helpfully hung a sprig of mistletoe over his head with string because he is thoughtful like that.

The kitchen is laid out with food; there's the traditional turkey which they'd managed to prepare (Clint is rather proud of that), and a ham. Oddly for some perhaps, there's also a large fish in the middle of the table, the carp that Clint and Natasha have spent the last week keeping in a bathtub. There are, of course, assorted cakes and pies, vegetables in bowls. There's drinks too, mulled wine and hot cider and chocolate. There's also a plate of sugar cookies labelled 'Coercion Cookies'. Not to mention the food that Ben and Billy made which he doesn't know the names of but smells amazing anyway.

It's a somewhat chaotic affair; people arriving and leaving as they please, gifts given out whenever it seems appropriate and games played whenever there's a group big enough.]

[OOC: Feel free to have people drop by whenever they like, even early if they want to help prepare or discover large fish in the bathtub.]

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[She finds him one of the times he's catching a breather in his window, leaning out beside him, hands propped on the frame as she takes a deep inhalation of the crisp night air. Her expression is fond as she nudges her shoulder against his.]

Hiding already, are we?

[He doesn't bother turning when she enters; he'd learnt to recognise her footsteps a long time ago.]

Not hiding, just taking a moment.

...wondering how I know this many people.

[That draws a laugh from her as she lets her gaze drift upwards, taking in the starry sky overhead. It's beautiful here, and bright, the air clean and crisp. Her breath puffs out visibly in front of her.]

Well, you are a popular guy. I'm not surprised.

[He raises an eyebrow at her.]

You're as shocked as I am. My Christmas card list has gone from two people to a party's worth.

I'm not shocked. If you'd come down out of the ceiling every once in a while, you might have noticed there were people angling to get your attention back at HQ.

[She flashes him a quick grin and a sideways glance.] Not that I would have pointed that out before. I'm a terribly selfish person.

[He will just give her a Look because he doesn't believe that for a second.]

You're trying out stand up as a new hobby? The material could use some work.

[She gives him a light, playful slug in the shoulder.]

Don't be an idiot. You forget I hear everything. Whereas sometimes you can't see past the tip of your nose. [She flicks it affectionately to emphasize her point.]

Also I feel I should warn you. Coulson's plotting up some sort of nefarious revenge.

You sound pretty confident there.

People are afraid of me, or they don't trust me. Think I'm soulless. It's fine. Got used to that a long time ago.

[He snorts softly when she flicks his nose.]

Oh well, that I guessed. I'd be worried if he wasn't.

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[She gives a quiet scoff, still staring up at the stars.] People are bigger idiots. We established this a long time ago.

[She didn't argue with him or correct him or give him meaningless reassurances. There was nothing she could say he didn't already know. She wasn't afraid of him, and she trusted him more than any other living being in existence. Sometimes even more than she trusted herself. He was her stability.]

Hmm. Did you also guess I'd offer to help him?

Yeah, we did.

[He smiles a little, nudging her shoulder lightly with his own before swinging himself back inside so that he can lean against her side, chin resting against her shoulder.]

Mmmhmm. I suspected. I'm totally screwed but it was worth it.

The mistletoe was a clever touch. Too bad we couldn't have nabbed one of the ones from yesterday. We could have nudged Steve in his direction.

He deserves a little affection. Only way he'll let anyone get close enough to do it.

[He flashes a smile at the idea.]

Hey, we want him to remain conscious.

Pot, Kettle.

[The words are uttered with affection and a wry smile as she gives him a knowing look. She laughs at the latter part, though.]

He'd do nothing but stutter for days.

I never claimed I wasn't a hypocrite, Tasha.

He would. And then hide away for weeks until he got over the mortification.

That's a little harsher than how I would have phrased it.

[She studies him intently a moment, searching his face to better gauge his mood.]

Well, he would if we'd let him get away with that. Which we wouldn't.

No need to sugar coat things.

[He stares out of the window, knowing that she's working him out. He wouldn't expect any different]

Nah, that's true. At least he can't bury himself in paperwork here.

Why not? I'm rather fond of my sweet tooth.

Well. He could try.

[He gives a soft snort at that, giving her a fond look.]

One thing we aren't short of right now is candy.

Obviously we should combine his two favourite things. Paperwork and Captain America.

This is the only reason I celebrate Christmas. And Halloween. And Easter.

[Her lips twitch at this.]

It's probably a good thing I bought him a Captain America coloring book then.

I'm sure we can find a few more holidays that would let you indulge.

[he stares for a moment before snickering softly.]

Oh, I have to be there when he opens it.

You do spoil me.

[She grins, impish and unrepentant, because it had been sheer luck that she'd found it, and for a moment, she hadn't believed it possible. But she hadn't been able to pass that up.]

We should open ours up later tonight, then. Maybe once the crowd thins out.

Yeah well, I figure you have to have some perks for dealing with me.

[He nods at the suggestion, because that does sound nice.]

Yeah, we should do that.

[She nudges his shoulder again, her gaze lingering on his face as she glances over at him.]

The dealing's usually mutual. So spill. Did something other than just the unexpected crowd drive you out here?

Just... got a few things on my mind.

[He shakes his head, wishing he could forget the things that Loki had told him about that thing in the darkness.]

I'm getting way too comfortable here. Getting attached to people.

[She digests that information with a faint dip of her head, her eyes on the stars overhead.]

Getting attached isn't always a bad thing.

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