Bruce entered the living room of Avengers Tower, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Where are the two kids?” he asks in a curious voice.

Steve takes a sip of his drink before turning to Bruce, "They're in their way here.", he replies in a reassuring voice, "They won't miss Christmas." he adds, taking a look at the decorations.

The Avengers living room was warmly decorated. Garlands that favored the color of the wall, a beautiful tree in the middle and a bright star at the top. The table was filled with sweets, cakes and drinks of all kinds.

“What’s taking them so long?” Bruce asks anyway, suspicious.

"They're probably buying chips... Or kissing.", Tony chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully.

A few dozen kilometers away, Peter painfully lifted his head from the ground. Everything around him was on fire - the ice cream truck had exploded, nearing you, Peter, and others around.

But Peter didn't see you.

"Love? Love where are you?" he shouted in a weak voice, getting up with difficulty.

"Love give me a sign! I'm begging you!" he pleaded, searching under the rubble near him, hoping to find you breathing rather than your dead body.