A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! :D I hope all of you are having a safe and wonderful holidays and I hope that your New Years is just as awesome! <3

Dedicated to @just-the-daydreamer on Tumblr. I love you so much Rebeca and I was SO HAPPY to get you as my Secret Santa! :D I hope you enjoy this one-shot hon, and I hope you have a very Merry Christmas! <3 I LOVE YOU!

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.

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"Do we really have to watch Elf again?"

"Yes! 'Course we do, Pete, then we can watch Frosty The Snowman too!"

"Again?!"

Tony glances up from where he's leaned over the island in his kitchen, frowning. The batch of Christmas cookies he had just pulled from the oven quickly start to cool against the smooth marble surface and the genius scoots to the side to allow May to take his place.

"Go check on the kids, Tony." She says with a smile, taking the reindeer printed oven mitts from his hands. "I'll take care of the cookies."

"Are you sure?"

"I think I can handle turning off the oven." May says, flicking one mitt-covered hand over her shoulder. "Go get them before they break the remote again."

Tony barks out a laugh of his own. "Yes ma'am!"

With a grateful nod, the genius makes his way to the living room, snorting at the state he finds it in.

Pillows and blankets litter the carpet, sheets draped over the couches to create something like a cave next to the coffee table. Scooting around the couch, Tony glances briefly at the TV as he passes, watching as Buddy the Elf hops along with the title sequence.

"Peter? Morgan?" He asks, leaning down and sticking his head underneath the sheet closest to him, squinting as a flashlight clicks on, Peter's curls illuminated in the yellow light. "What are you bickering about now?"

His son frowns up at him, doe eyes wide in innocence, face pulled in a grimace as he glares at his giggling baby sister.

"Morgan won't let me watch something I like!"

Tony laughs, sinking to his knees and wincing a bit as his joints pop. Faintly, the retired Avenger can hear Rhodey snort from his place on the loveseat and Tony spares him a single rude gesture before climbing completely underneath his kid's blanket fort.

"Mommy, Daddy called Uncle Rhodey #1 again!" Morgan yells, Peter wincing as the squirming 6-year-old climbs on top of his legs to reach their father.