Merry Christmas

"Alright, who the hell put candy canes on my Christmas tree?" Tony huffed, reaching out to flick the offending garment on his beautifully (expensively) decorated tree.

"Oh yeah, that was me," Clint grinned lazily. "We always have them on our tree. Keeps the spiders out of the branches as they hate peppermint."

In the back of Tony's mind, a flicker of a conversation he had with Peter ages ago had his spine stiffening.