Avengers Christmas

The scent of Steve Rogers’ slow-roasting turkey fills the Avengers Compound, momentarily masking the ozone of Tony Stark’s self-decorating holographic tree and Bruce Banner’s bubbling festive cider. While Thor boisterously recounts tales of Asgardian winters to a smirking Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton engages in a high-stakes ornament-hanging competition, perched precariously on a ceiling beam. In the quiet glow of the firelight, Bucky Barnes sits on the edge of the chaos, his vibranium arm reflecting the rhythmic pulse of multi-colored lights as he experiences his first real moment of peace in decades.

Avengers.