NEW INTERVIEW WITH THE RUSSOS BROTHERS THEMSELVES THIS TIME! KNOW WE KNOW THAT THE RUSSOS AND GWYNETH HAVE HAD A MEETING ABOUT INFINITY WAR… AND SORRY BUT NOW I’M 100% WE WILL HAVE PUR PEPPER POTTS BACK IN THE MCU BASED ALSO IN WHAT ROBERT HAS SAID IN THIS DAYS ABOUT HER RETURN!!!! YESS!!!!!!!!
“Steve, it’s yellow. It’s seriously just yellow,” Bucky complained, leaning up against the bin of
yellow yarn his boyfriend was currently examining. They’d been standing there
for seven goddamn minutes, Bucky
counted, looking for the right goddamn
shade of yellow for Nat’s scarf. Realistically, Bucky should have known
what he was getting into when he agreed to come yarn shopping with Steve. Sure,
they did other things too—they got lunch, other gifts for their friends, but
saved the yarn shopping for last, and Bucky had been dreading it.
Perched over the bin, Steve had one finger pressed to his
lips. He was stuck between a golden yellow (kind of like the color of Whinnie
the Pooh), and one resembling more of a butterfly daisy.
“Which one would go better with Nat’s hair?” Steve asked,
picking up a spool of each color and examining them closer, weighing them in
his hands, it seemed. Bucky groaned.
“They’d both look fantastic, just use them both,” he whined,
and Steve looked scandalized.
“Bucky! That’s ridiculous. These colors don’t go together.”
And with that, Bucky whined, practically draping himself
over the yarn bin, head resting on the soft material that was causing him so
much anguish at that moment. Steve ignored this performance though, and
continued weighing the yellow yarns in his hand. After another thirty seconds,
Bucky started throwing the yarn at Steve, hitting his chest each time.
“I (throws yarn) want (throws yarn) to (throws yarn) go!
(throws several spools),” he whined out, looking up at Steve desperately. Steve
was trying, trying so hard, not to laugh, keeping his eyes on the yarn. Bucky
was such a kid, he was so desperate to leave, and Steve didn’t find it
annoying. He found it adorable and endearing and if he wasn’t so preoccupied
with the yarn literally at hand, he would have felt bad.
Finally, after what Bucky swore was an eon, Steve settled on
the butterfly daisy yellow yarn before dragging a very relieved Bucky to the
check out. Steve made his purchase, and as he was loading the bags into the
car, he felt something press against his behind. He stood, turning around and
looking confused as he saw Bucky pressed against him. The brunet just smiled
though, pecking Steve’s lips softly.
“Love you, punk.”
The week before Christmas donned brisk and cold in New York,
so Steve and Bucky stayed in their toasty apartment. Knitting needles were
placed in Steve’s practiced hands at all times, save for meals and sleeping and
those times Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off. Steve made some great progress
in his gifts. Nat’s scarf was finished, and so were Clint and Wanda’s
fingerless gloves, and by the day before Christmas Eve, Sam’s hat was nearly
finished. He was just beginning the last pattern of striped colors when Bucky
flopped down next to him on the couch. How
the Grinch Stole Christmas was playing in the background, and Steve hummed
carols under his breath. Bucky smiled, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder and
pulled the new blanket Steve had made around him more.
“Almost done?” he murmured softly, breath tickling Steve’s
ear. Steve smiled at his knitting needles, nodding but not taking his eyes off
of his work, nor did his humming stutter. It was silent for a few more minutes,
and Bucky watched the animated film while Steve finished Sam’s hat.
Less than a commercial break later, Steve was finished and
proudly presented Sam’s hat to Bucky. It was simple enough, with alternating
blue, green, and orange stripes and a fuzzy ball at the top. Bucky nodded his
approval, smiling at Steve.
“Looks great,” he said, before pulling on Steve’s shirt. “Now
come to bed, I need to snuggle.”
Tony always threw a massive Christmas Eve party, and it was
here that everyone would exchange gifts. Steve and Bucky lugged Steve’s knitted
gifts as well as the store-bought ones to the main common area, which was
spectacularly decorated with silver tinsel, red and green tea lights, and
Christmas-scented candles. A wide spread of food was available too—turkey and
ham, potatoes, stuffing, eggnog, cookies, brownies, cake, and meatballs were
just a few of the delicacies on the large dining table.
Bucky and Steve were the talk of the party. They showed up
in complimentary, yet equally hideous, Christmas sweaters that Steve knitted.
When he found out about “ugly Christmas sweater” contests, he knew he had to
participate, even if there was not one of these contests at this particular
party. So, Steve wore a very red sweater complete with an awful pattern of rows
of reindeer, rows of jingle bells, and rows of tea lights (green, of course).
Bucky’s sweater was Green, and had reindeer tangled in (red) tea lights,
ringing the jingle bells to spread holiday cheer. The sweaters were hideous.
Everyone adored them.
After they had all eaten and drank their fill, it was time
for presents. Bucky and Steve presented Tony with a new Iron Man painting for
his workshop (Steve found this work at a local art show somewhere in Manhattan and
bought it from a very stunned looking 18 year old, who was later hired to do
commissions for the Stark Foundation). Tony said he loved the painting, and
judging by the awe in his face when he said it, he really did mean it. This
same artist was paid to paint a picture of War Machine, and after being
presented with the gift, Rhodes launched into a dissertation of how cool the
painting was, and how more needed to be produced. Pepper was given several of
those “easy office organizing” supplies and a sweater knitted by Steve—this sweater
was oversized, blue, and very, very fuzzy. He knew that Pepper hated these cold
New York winters.
Clint rushed out immediately after receiving his new gloves,
claiming he had to try them out right away. Wanda was thrilled with her gift
and hugged Steve, thanking him no less than 8 times. For the first time in a
while, Nat genuinely smiled when she was presented with her scarf, and Bucky
realized with a pang of guilt that the color yellow that Steve finally chose did look great in Nat’s hair, so the
wait by that particular bin was indeed worth it. With Bruce still MIA, Sam got
his present last. He opened it, and had no immediate reaction.
“I’m not really a hat person,” he said softly, and Steve
immediately tried to smooth things over.
“You don’t have to wear it, I just wanted you to have it—“
Steve tried, but then Sam interrupted him, putting the hat on his head.
“I love it man, back off.”
Later that night, back in their own loft, under their own
knitted quilt and surrounded by each other’s limbs and love, Steve reflected on
the day they had. Everyone had laughed and eaten more than they should have,
and the company the group shared was well appreciated. Bucky even had a nice
conversation with Tony, which was a big plus from their original first meeting.
Everything was okay, everything was good. Steve realized, just before he fell
asleep, that this was the first time in many, many years that he’d spent
Christmas Eve surrounded by family.