33 Apocalypse Avenue, Basement, Monday Night

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve hadn't felt very Christmasy this year, but there were a few meager nods to the season in his basement abode. There were Christmas lights twinkling merrily around the ceiling and, on a table, a tiny potted pine tree with a few strands of tinsel, half-obscured by the two boxes 'under' it. Neither of the boxes had a name on it, but Steve was guessing the one wrapped in the most obnoxious paper available with a huge sparkly bow was from Nick Fury, while the other, in plain white paper with a simple red bow, was probably from Bucky.

((For a certain green marauder who might want to be reeeeaaallly quiet while stealing from Captain America.))

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It was late in the night (or early in the day)
And Grinchy enthusiasm began to drain away
So he tiptoed on in, super sneaky and quiet
Thinking warm happy thoughts of tomorrow's riot

The offerings here were pathetically slim
But he gathered them up, and gave them a grin
Then snuck on out, clutching his bounty
The tree and the presents, even if they were scanty