the spandex was hung by the chimney with care

[mightgodancing]

Who: Avengers and pals
When: Christmas day
Where: The Avengers Tower
What: Christmas party! Feel free to mingle, steal away with a particular someone to open presents privately, smooch under some of the mistletoe that's creeping around the building, drink too much eggnog, or whatever you feel like doing. (Steve get in here, we're going dancing.)

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[mightgodancing]

[For having been kidnapped to some strange island far into the future, Peggy is adjusting fairly well. Most of that likely has to do with the fact that Steve is here. His best friend is alive, he's made some new ones, and they all seem to get along well in that slightly dysfunctional yet familiar way. It didn't take long before she had decided that she likes them too; and now that they have Howard, it seems even more.. normal. She knows she should be back home, helping with the war effort... but she has something here she never would have had at home.

There is snow today, which is something else she never saw much of at home. It's gorgeous, the way it covers the ground outside and seems to make everything twice as festive. Not that they need much help with festivities. Steve and his friends seem to have gone all out, she thinks fondly, as she stands in front of a window in a classy red dress to watch the snow falling.]

[librariansheart]

[Sheska stopped by just for a little while, to wish everyone a happy holiday and make sure that all her gifts were found - and that no one broke into Natasha's bottles early. But mostly she was enjoying standing in the background, occasionally making comments to Mr. JARVIS (for whom she had brought his own gift of a dictionary of as many Xing-ese characters and words as she could remember... she still couldn't quite believe that there wasn't a man somewhere.) There wasn't any rogue mistletoe in this particular corner, however, much to her relief. She still had a problem with turning pink whenever she sees Dr. Banner or Mr. Stark.]

[badnewsboy]

[the invitation had come from Bruce, which he wasn't entirely expecting, and it threw him off enough to contemplate showing up at all. especially after what had happened to Lady Natasha. but his brother would be there, the invitation was still extended, and he felt that it would be ungracious not to accept. and so he put on his best Santa hat (which was fashionable at the time) and headed down toward Avengers Tower, keeping himself quiet and close to Thor. he kept his eyes open, paying attention to the inside, the walls and the placing of the cameras—you never knew when such information may be needed.

it was the first time he ventured from Thor, and he took it upon himself to visit the table piled with deserts and indiscreetly shove cookies in his pockets.]

[hawkingbird]

Loki!!

[ kate hisses loki's name. kate had already arrived at the party, and was quietly munching on a mini pumpkin pie when she notices loki pocketing food. ]

My god, you act like you'll never see food again. Why are you stashing cookies in your pocket?

[badnewsboy]

[and he speaks as if he's perfectly justified with his kleptofingers.]

Hush, or they will catch me. I wish to keep the Christmas season alive for a while longer. [he stops, and then adds as an after-thought.] ...In my heart.

[it was a really bad lie, but an amusing one, nonetheless. and as if he's offering a gesture of good will, he offers her a reindeer-shaped cinnamon cookie.]

[hawkingbird]

[ Damnit. Cinnamon. Her weakness. ]

I don't think stealing is part of the Christmas spirit, Loki.

[ She glares halfheartedly, then munches on the cookie. ]

[badnewsboy]

[he picks up another one and eats its head.]

They're free to take, aren't they? It's not stealing. Someone is just very generous.

[mightgodancing]

I'm afraid some of my housemates might have gone a bit overboard. There are still dozens that haven't even been set out yet.

[Peggy tries not to laugh when she sees Loki shoving cookies into his pocket. When she approaches the two teenagers, she offers them each a small empty box.]

You're welcome to take some with you, if you like.

[hawkingbird]

Oh, no, Peggy, please. [ she places a hand to her forehead, a weary expression on her face ] If you give him an inch, he'll take a mile. I'm serious.

[badnewsboy]

[Loki manages a rather impressive aghast face, taking the box graciously.]

Excuse you, an inch is all I need.

[mightgodancing]

[She almost laughs again.]

I really don't need them to be left here after the holidays. You're honestly welcome to take as many as you like.