All I Want for Christmas - ferreum

Steve was ninety-five years old that year, and had seen a fair amount of Christmases in his time. Yet, somehow, this one felt like a first. The first one where everything felt right, where it was a fun, pleasant day with the people he cared about. Gifts exchanged, familiar faces around a table heavily stocked with rich foods, easy, unpretentious fun. 

Maybe it wasn’t a first Christmas, but it was definitely the best Steve had known so far. 

Evening had fallen, and the noise of having company had died down as everyone went their separate ways. Only Steve and Tony remained, relaxing after the excitement of the day. Ellie had her head comfortably in Steve’s lap, and Roger had curled himself up on the back of the couch near Tony’s head. The Christmas tree’s lights were twinkling, and everything was quiet and peaceful for the first time since morning. 

Though he tried to remain casual, an excited sort of grin was winning the battle to be displayed on Steve’s face. “Alright–since things have quieted down, do you think now would be a good time for me to give you your present?”