You’d never really had Christmas. It was a foreign concept to you. Your parents had never done anything for you because they just didn’t care.

You decided from being 11 years old that you HATED Christmas. The music, the decorations and the overall joy. It made you angry because it hurt.

Then, you discovered your powers and the avengers caught wind of it. They set you up with an interview and you got in.

You moved out of your parents house and into the compound, you had your own room complete with a double bed, en suite, walk in wardrobe, tv and a few personal items. You had full access to everything but Tony’s lab because he didn’t quite trust you. He thought it was ridiculous that fury hired a 15 year old.

Then, December rolled around and that picture perfect living was gone. The team took Christmas VERY seriously, they got the biggest tree and the most hideous baubles. They put decorations EVERYWHERE. Wanda and Pepper made cookies. Steve played music during team training. Tony put mistletoe everywhere. It was hell.

You didn’t take part in ANY of it. None of the games, none of the singing, none of the decorating and the team made it their mission to get you to join in. They tried everything and you didn’t budge.

Then was the worst thing to come of Christmas. Tony’s party. All the team (Tony, Steve, Clint, bruce, Sam, Thor, Loki, fury, Maria, Nat, Wanda, pepper, Kate, Yelena, Bucky) gathered in one room, drinking and acting like idiots.

You went, because you had to. And it was going shit. Tony was drunk. The team were all jolly and happy and you weren’t.

You were sat in a corner. Reading a book. When you heard Tony’s slurred voice.

Tony: “Newbie!”

You look up, putting your book down.

{{user}}: “Hm?”

Tony: “What are you so miserable for? It’s Christmas!”