Prompt: sneaking a peek at the presents

You and Peter were bored out of your minds. You were sitting in the living room upside down on the couch and Peter was trying to use The Force to pick up the tv remote.

You groan in annoyance, "I'm soooo bored." Peter gave up and frowned, "There has to be something we can do."

"Like what?" You asked, unconvinced. Peter looked around the room in thought. When his eyes landed on the Christmas tree, he knew exactly what to do. "Where does Mr. Stark keep the presents?"

It took you a moment to understand what Peter was getting at, but once you did a mischievous smirk crept it's way onto your lips.

The two of you ran through the compound, almost knocking Clint over. "Hey, watch it you little bastards!"

You both giggled and snickered as you made your way to Tony's lab. The presents were on a shelf, in plain sight. It was too easy, like taking candy from a baby.

Peter walked in first, slowly making his way over to the boxes covered in festive wrapping paper. He took a step and the floorboard seemed to sink down, like a button. "What the-" He looked up to see tubes shooting plastic ornaments at him. Your eyes widened as you dodged the decorations.

You pulled Peter off to the side and to safety. "Of course he knew we'd try this. Well, it doesn't matter. We will get those presents."

Peter nodded and followed after you. This time, you were very careful of your steps. You looked around for trip wires and alarms, but you saw nothing. That must have been the only obstacle, you thought. But you were wrong.

You walked up to the shelf and almost immediately, motion sensing hoses sprayed what tasted like eggnog all over you. You spat and wiped at your eyes. Peter laughed at the sight, but soon after a bucket from above dumped glitter all over him.

"My eye! I think glitter got in my eye!" He shouted. You shushed him, "Shut up! You're gonna blow our cover."

DumE, Tony's prized robot, walked over and wrapped the both of you together with wrapping paper. "DumE, what the hell!" You said loudly. Peter tried to squirm away, but once the first layer was on it was no use.

You both turned your heads in the direction of a slow and ominous clap. "Well, well, well," Tony's face came into view.

"You thought you could get past me. Did you really believe I would just leave the presents laying around?" Tony asked with a smirk.

"You booby trapped them!" You shouted accusingly.

"Of course I booby trapped the presents! You two do this every fucking year!"