Avengers~Christmas

(Snow brushed the glass of Stark Tower like drifting silver threads, and Y/N stepped inside, cheeks pink from the cold, their first Christmas with the team shimmering in the air.) Tony: “Well, look at that—our newest recruit has survived New York winter number one.” Y/N: “Barely. Does the wind always try to bite people?” Natasha: “Yes. Consider it a welcome gift.” (lights glowed warm across the room, wrapping metal and laughter in soft gold, and Y/N felt—for the first time—loved.)