An Avenger Christmas

Good Morning Mischief

  Very early on Christmas morning:
Twas early in the morning, and all through Stark Tower, not an Avenger was stirring, not even... well, just kidding; Tony is awake and doing science! He was sitting in his garage staring at a bunch of light blue screens floating in the air in front of him. Tony was sitting in his chair dressed in a black muscle shirt and his red boxers. His dark hair was well done and his face lit up brightly. He rubbed his hands together getting ready to wake the team up and make some noise.
"J.A.R.V.I.S, anything stirring around in the tower yet?"
"No, sir. Everyone appears to still be asleep. After all, it is 4:00am. "
Tony grinned, "Perfect."
"Sir, I would not recommend waking up Banner with bongos. It could unleash The Hulk and the results would be unfortunate."
"Come on Jarvis, lighten up! Got to have a little fun." Tony walked over to a platform; a red and green ironman suit appeared from the ground and pieced itself together around his body. "After all, I'll be prepared." He winked then walked out of his garage; he couldn't fly or else the team was sure to hear it.
As soon as he was at the door, Tony snuck into Banners room as best he could in his large suit. The room was dark and his friend was fast asleep on his bed. "What a shame; he looks so peaceful all snug in his bed.....too bad!" Tony slammed the bongos onto the floor and began to beat them with his large, metal hands. Banner's eyes shot open and his body jolted, startled from the sudden noise. He sat up then spun his head around to see who it was; it was just Tony. Bruce grinded his teeth in frustration then rolled his eyes. He slammed his head back onto his pillow and pulled the covers over his head, "Why Tony?!! Why?!"
Tony stood up and leaned over his half-awake friend. The mask on his helmet flew up; Tony's bright face was revealed from underneath it, "Because, Banner-!" he said as he ripped the covers off his friend, "Science!"
"Science?!" Banner said in frustration, "That doesn't even make sense!"
"Unfortunately, Tony makes no sense." Jarvis commented.
Tony walked out of his friends room, "It's Christmas, buddy! Get up."
Tony walked back into his garage and took off his suit; it was no longer needed.
He got ready for phase two, "Time to wake up the Captain." Tony mumbled with a smirk.
Tony grabbed a few things he was going to need then skipped out the door.

He now stood outside Steve's door; it was cracked open so Tony peered in. Captain was sound a sleep with the covers half on him and the other half on the floor. Tony noticed Steve was wearing his American Flag boxers.
"This couldn't get any better." he cheered as he slipped into the room. He tiptoed over to the bed then placed a trumpet next to Steve's ear; 3, 2, 1. His lips wrapped around the end of the instrument and blew; he played the Reveille Military Wake Up Call while saluting to his friends boxers.  Steve plugged his ears and whacked the instrument right out of Tony's hands. "What the heck, Stark?!" he shouted. Tony watched the trumpet fly across the floor. He laughed, "Guess what day it is? Guess what-day-it-is?"
Steve sat up and just stared at his friend with tiered eyes, not saying a word.
"It's Christmas, buddy." Tony walked out of Steve's room and shut the door. As soon as the door clicked shut Captains shield hit it, piercing through and sticking half way out the door. Tony didn't even budge as the splintered wood trickled into the floor; he just put on his classic, sassy face, slowly turned around, and looked at the damage, "You're paying for that!"
"Yah yah!" Steve replied.

Sooner than later, Tony was at Hawkeyes door. Tony busted into his room getting ready to wake his friend....but he wasn't there. He scratched his head and put on a puzzled look. Just then something leapt off the top of a dresser and landed on top of Tony, it was Clint. "You can't sneak up on me that easily, Stark. Nice try."
"Yah, I'm pretty sure the only reason you knew I was coming was because of Steve; his shield saved your butt."
"And I'm grateful for that." Clint got off of Tony and lent him a hand. Tony rejected his help and got up himself, "I don't like to be 'hand'ed things, Clint. You know that."
Clint shook his head, "Very funny. Now, leave Nat alone or she's going to kill you when your not looking. Waking her up is like waking a beast."
But, Tony being Tony, he didn't heed Clint's warning; he was now at her door holding a long stick. "She doesn't have to know its me." Tony thought to himself as he cracked her door. He slid his stick through the door and poked Natasha with it. As soon as the stick made contact with her she grabbed it and jerked it towards herself. Tony was dragged in and fell flat onto the floor. He rolled over onto his back and looked up; Natasha was standing over him with a scowl on her face and his stick in her hand. Tony gave her a small grin and laughed nervously, "Hey now, it's Christmas. Don't hurt-OUCH!" Nat swatted him with the stick. She then dropped it and walked out the door, stepping on his gut on the way out. Tony grunted then sat up. He chuckled quietly too himself and watched Natasha walk away, "Worth it." he shouted to her.
Natasha gently waved her hand in the air, "It won't be once I deal with you, Stark."
Tony stood up and stumbled past Thor's door, he wasn't in his room and Loki wasn't there either. Smoke suddenly filled the hallway and the smoke alarms began to go off. "Shoot!" He shouted.
Tony ran to the kitchen to find Thor and his brother next to a smoking toaster; it was completely crushed and Thor's hammer was resting on top of it. Steve was standing behind them with a shocked expression while Nat, Clint and Bruce sat at the table sipping coffee.
"Jarvis, turn off the alarm." The beeping stopped.
"What in the name of science are you guys doing? What did you do to my toaster!?" Tony asked bitterly.
Thor spoke up first, "THIS EVIL DEVICE EXPLODED UPWARDS TOWARDS MY FACE WHEN I WALKED TOWARDS IT. IT APPEARS LOKI MAY HAVE USED HIS POWERS TO ACTIVATE IT! THEREFORE, I DESTROYED IT." 
Loki sighed and talked through gritted teeth, "For the hundredth time, Thor, I did not have anything  to do with this!" Tony looked at Steve with A slightly dropped jaw, "and you, Steve, you have anything to do with this?"
Steve shrugged, "Hey, don't look at me; I can barely use a 21st century radio."
Tony nodded in agreement, "Old man's got a point."
Suddenly, Bucky stomps into the room. His face was still sleepy but an angry expression overpowered his drowsy look. He stood in the kitchen dressed in his sweatpants and pointed at his metal arm, "Who's the moron that did this?!" Bucky showed his metal arm to everyone in the kitchen; there was a green Christmas tree colored on his arm with the red star on his arm topping it. Everyone laughed out loud, well, all except Steve; he just raised his eyebrows and grinned. Bucky looked up at Tony, "Stark! You're dead!" Buck took off after Tony and Tony ran. Tony laughed as he raced across his tower; he then motioned his hands to his chest for his suit to arm him. The metal came flying towards him and covered his body as he leapt off a balcony. Tony took off and flew into the air. The sky was still dark and fireworks colored red green and white lit up the sky as Tony passed. All the Avengers, along with Bucky and Loki, gathered onto the balcony and watched the sky. Steve rested his arm on Bucky's shoulder, "Merry Christmas, everyone." he mumbled.
"Merry Christmas!" they all replied.