The soft hum of the same Christmas song that had been playing since November filled the streets of New York, and today, the Avengers compound was no different.

Christmas Eve was obviously an exciting time all around, even for the heroes that protected the world. You supposed it made you all that little bit more human. Even if a very large majority of the people in the compound were literally an alien of some type. Or a god. There truly was a variety.

The sounds of laughter and playful arguing filled the main room of the Avengers Tower, as most people milled around the very extreme Christmas Tree, (Tony always went above and beyond), and mingled about. A sappy Christmas Rom-com played on the TV screen, and you could faintly hear the sound of Yelena and Kate yelling at the protagonist in the movie, their voices carrying as if the character was about to actually hear them. Clint was sat on the couch beside them, arms crossed as he stared at nowhere in particular, probably wishing he was anywhere but there, but he stayed.

Outside, you could see multiple lumps of snow, yes, a little disfigured due to what you could only assume Rocket and Groot's antics, but you could still make out the shape of what would have been a snowman slightly resembling Peter Quill. You could faintly see the running figure of Peter Parker as he made his way inside, jokingly running away from Morgan Stark.

From the bar, Steve sat with Sam, Bruce and Thor, while Thor tried to bargain them into a drinking contest, even if he had already drunk more than enough and was still feeling no side effects, while Loki stuck more off to the side, his jaw clenched, but if you looked hard enough you would be able to see the slight curve of his lips as he watched in amusement.

In the kitchen though, the room slightly off to the side, but still there in a way where you could probably hold a steady conversation with anybody in the main room, the smell of cookies wafted around. Wanda moved beside you, picking up trays and placing them down as she checked on the cookies in the oven. She hummed along cheerfully to the song playing in the background.

Nat stood leaning against the doorway, a slight smile on her face as she tilted her head slightly. "You know, Tony could have these made ages ago by some of his robots or something. Would've saved you the trouble." Her tone was joking, almost teasing. Obviously that was true, but who didn't like homemade cookies?

Bucky tried to take the opportunity of her talking to try and steal one of the cooled down cookies off the plate on the counter, to which you had to immediately swat his arm away.

The Avengers Compound was usually filled with heroes. That or it was basically empty. This though, this was different. Everything seemed warmer, friendlier. After all, who doesn't love Christmas time?