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.))