I've been riding the high of the holiday season, so I decided to do another Christmas one-shot for these two lovely kids, because I just like to have fun because this site is meant for us to have, you know, fun, joke around, make friends. So I hope you enjoy!

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CHRISTMAS SHOPPING WAS HARDER THAN EXPECTED. The year before, it was easy, what with Peter already set on buying Diana the promise ring and proposing, something that was still going rather strong, the two teased about it relentlessly, but it was all good natured, everyone happy for them and their relationship, even Flash, surprisingly, but the boy did always insist that if his sister was happy, he could force himself to be too.

But it was a year later and while they were still a strong couple—at least, he sure hoped so—he had absolutely no idea what to get her.

Christmas gifts were different than birthday gifts and he couldn't very well say why, but it was an unstated fact and he was more than certain that this was a problem everyone faced, yet everyone seemed to pull it off so much better than he did.

"Peter, it's really not that big of a deal, I mean, I know it's Christmas and all, but you set the bar really high with that promise ring, dude," Ned pointed out, and Peter sighed as he dropped his head onto the lunch table, groaning softly.

"I don't see why you're insisting upon supporting this capitalist propaganda, there's no reason for anyone to have to take part in it, let alone feel obligated to," Michelle commented, not looking up from her book, and Peter sighed, shaking his head.

"That's not helping, also, are you gonna say that to the people who celebrate Hanukkah too?" he demanded, crossing his arms, "Because when her parents were alive, she celebrated both, her dad was Jewish, her mom was Catholic, what are you saying?"

Michelle scoffed, looking up from her book to give him the most incredulous, unimpressed look she could muster. "I'm trying to point out the idiocy of basing your entire relationship off a present you bought at a store, you stale bread crust, my girlfriend is Jewish, you literally have no basis here."

Peter withered under her gaze and fell back against the table, feeling a hand come up to rub soothing circles into his back, and he groaned softly, turning so his cheek was pressed against the table, looking over at Aurora who had just come out of her drama club meeting.

"You haven't picked anything out yet?" she asked, and he whined, shaking his head, and even though he couldn't see, he knew she was sharing a look with the only other friends he had.

"You should ask Ariel, she's really good with gifts," Ned suggested, looking around for his friend who, and Aurora brightened at the mention of the girl, also looking around as well.

"Maybe you should ask one of her friends," Michelle suggested, turning the page of her book idly, "I mean, think about it. You're not her only friend, Peter, and as much as we like her as well, we don't know her as well as her closer friends. Ask Harry, didn't you have the biggest crush on him before?"

"You didn't need to bring it up," Peter grumbled, but he had to admit, it was a good suggestion, so he reminded himself to catch up with Gwen and Harry in his last period. They were bound to have some ideas.

º º º

"Peter, we honestly have no idea."

"Guys..." he whined, looking towards Gwen and Harry who smiled down at him sadly, "I can't not have a present for her, what kind of a boyfriend does that make me?"

"The usual teen kind?" Harry offered, and Peter frowned, pointing towards him with an accusing finger, albeit a tired, limp one.

"What did Johnny get you last year?" he demanded, narrowing his eyes.

Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably, tugging at his scarf, glancing towards Gwen who raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "He fixed up this old car for me and we had sex in it like a week later..."

Gwen clapped lightly for him while Peter just pointed the finger towards him again, only sharper, practically shouting despite knowing fully well they were in class, "You see? I remember because you called me as soon as you got home! And he can top his present for you and I'm sure you can top your present for him, so what do you mean 'usual teen kind?'"

Gwen sighed softly, shaking her head at him. "This is really bothering you, huh?"

"It is!" Peter cried, running his hands through his hair, ignoring the shush coming from his teacher, "I wanna give her something good, I mean...we've been together for a full year, we've been doing really well."

Gwen and Harry shared a look, and while Peter couldn't read it, it didn't seem to be mocking him in any way, so he just dropped his head onto his desk, sighing and looking up when Harry cleared his throat to get his attention.

"I know you're not going to like this..." Gwen started, giving him a look.

"But you should talk to Flash," Harry finished, "You two aren't best friends or anything, but he does care about Diana and he would help you if it meant making her happy."

Peter sighed. They had a point, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

º º º

"I know you hate me but I need your help."

Flash nearly brained himself trying to jump up from where he was sprawled out on his boyfriend's lap in the library where they studied for finals every day, according to Gwen and Harry. Matthew's face turned red as he tried to calm Flash down, but the smaller boy caught himself eventually, even if he was glaring at Peter while he did.

"I don't hate you," was the first thing he said, which shocked Peter to no end, "Look, you're just competition to me, why do you think I was so pissed when you stopped trying in school? When there's no one else to work against, there's no point in trying, and you're really smart, Parker, I don't like the idea of you just wasting your talent, what kind of a person does that?"

He and Flash had this conversation once before, when they were partnered together for English and he really didn't want to try at all, and it had left him reeling for days on end, but he was flattered, in a confused, not really flattered kind of way, but now wasn't necessarily the time for them to try and figure out whatever their relationship was, there were more important things at stake.

"What do I get Diana for Christmas?" he asked, and Flash raised his eyebrows, moving to lean against Matthew who wrapped an arm around him easily.

"Get her something that's meaningful for the both of you, you did it last year," Flash said, and he wrinkled his nose as he zeroed in on the silver band still on Peter's left ring finger, "As much as I hate to say it, that was a good gift and she barely takes it off, so."

"But I can't think of anything else," he pressed, looking over towards Matthew who seemed surprised that Peter was addressing him, "What do you think, Matty, I don't know how I can top the ring."

"I mean, maybe you're overthinking it?" Matthew said, and Flash snorted softly next to him, "Yeah, okay, 'ha ha, the kid with anxiety just told someone that they're overthinking stuff,' so mature, Eugene. But I'm serious, maybe just do something small. If she cares about you, she won't care."

"Yeah, but I will," Peter pressed, then he motioned towards Flash, "And he will. If I just get her a scarf or something, I will be eaten alive."

"That's very true," Flash said, nodding in agreement, and Matthew laughed despite himself, immediately giving Peter a sad smile.

"Why don't you ask her," he offered, "Or go to some of the places she likes to shop to see if there's something there that she would like."

Peter didn't want to point out that, if he went with the latter option, he probably wouldn't be able to afford anything, instead just smiling and nodding as he pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend to ask her what she wanted, thanking the two boys before leaving them to their studying.

But then he chickened out and texted someone else.

º º º

"Peter, we can pay for it if you want, we have more money than we need right now."

Peter shook his head as he walked around with Nicky and Rhett in the hipster-esque store that Diana liked to frequent. It was tailored for hipsters but had been taken by the mainstream and her explanation for shopping there was very extensive, but really she just liked the way things looked on her, and he couldn't really argue with her there. Not in a creepy way, of course.

"I just want to get her something that means something, but I can't think of anything that tops the promise ring," he explained, and he definitely did not whine, no matter the look that Rhett shot Nicky over his head.

"Kid, I think you're overthinking things."

Peter whirled around, gasping when he saw Tony walking in with his girlfriend and psuedo-son, Birdie looking like she was dragged out of a courtroom and Remy looking like it was an extreme hassle that he had been taken out, but happily holding onto Tony's hand nevertheless.

"I get you care about her, but you don't need to do anything big for this, I mean, it's not like you're trying to win her over, don't think too much about it," Tony explained, letting go of Birdie's hand, the woman heading over towards one of the stands, looking over one of the sweaters.

"Didn't you and Remy make me a necklace and pair of earrings from the same material as your suit during our first Christmas?" she pointed out, tugging off a sweater from the rack and handing it to Peter, "Why don't you at least get her some things you know she'll like, then tack on something small and meaningful so it all evens out?"

"Like I said, he's not trying to win her over this year," Tony called, and Birdie laughed, rolling her eyes fondly, and Peter couldn't help but stare at the both of them.

"Get her a book of puns or something Pluto-related," Remy suggested, wrinkling his nose as Tony laid a quick peck on Birdie's neck. He then looked past Peter to wrinkle his nose over at Nicky. "Hey, asshole."

"Hey, half-pint," Nicky shot back immediately, and Rhett shushed him sharply, swatting at him, and Nicky just smiled.

Peter sighed as he walked over to Tony who was trying not to be noticed, dressed up in his 'hiding from the press' attire, leaning into him and dropping his head onto his shoulder, and Tony's eyes widened in concern, looking over towards Nicky who motioned for him to support him.

"You're really worried about this, aren't you, kid," Tony said, and Peter nodded, his eyes closed as he sighed heavily, feeling panic rising.

"I didn't study for the rest of my finals, Mr. Stark," he sighed, "I have a few more before break and I didn't study for the ones I already took 'cause I'm really freaked out about this."

Rhett blinked, pointing towards him and sharing a look with Nicky who seemed surprised by the admission, but his expression soon schooled to one of contemplation and he furrowed his brow as he walked over towards him, nearly getting tripped by Remy who stuck his tongue out at him.

"Santa won't like that," Nicky pointed out.

"Santa died of the plague, you dumbass," Remy shot back.

"Remy!" Birdie shrieked, apologizing profusely to Nicky as she picked up her son and walked them both over towards the clothes, Remy sticking his middle finger up towards the psychologist who paid him no mind.

Peter laughed as he listened to the interaction, nearly choking on the smell of Tony's cologne as he just stood there for a few minutes, the older man just patting his back every few moments, giving Nicky a wide-eyed, fearful look.

"Peter," Nicky said, tapping his shoulder, "Why don't you just look around and see if there's anything you know she would like. I mean, you could always get her something nice then add on something that would be meaningful to your relationship."

Peter sighed, raising his head. "But what?"

Nicky shrugged. "You'll think of something. I mean, you're a photographer, maybe you can scrounge together some pictures you took of her and make a collage or something?"

Peter bit his lip, nodding to himself as he thought, following Nicky around the store, the man passing him over to Rhett who tried to help him look around, the blond knowing better about the kinds of clothes Diana liked to wear.

"Mr. Stark, can you come with?" Peter asked, looking back towards Tony who was whispering to Birdie and Remy, and the three all looked up, nodding in unison, and he smiled, feeling a warmth spreading in his chest as they all made their way up towards the upstairs area.

Hopefully he would find something.

º º º

He found nothing. There were many clothes that Diana would have liked, but he wasn't sure if she had them already, and nothing clicked. He couldn't very well buy her a scarf, it just didn't seem like something he would do, not to mention he didn't have enough money for it, shockingly enough, not if he wanted to also eat after school and get her something else that was more meaningful.

Everyone tried to pay for him, but he was Peter Parker, he didn't take charity from anyone, it was bad enough whenever his friends tried to get him anything for presents, he really didn't want to take money even if it was offered.

Tony called him stubborn, but he liked to think he was proud. His uncle raised him to take care of himself, though he had a feeling Ben was shaking his head at him from beyond the grave, but he wasn't there now, so Peter was just going to have to come up with other options.

The pictures was a bust as well. His friends—namely Ned, Michelle, and Phillip—shouted at him through Skype that he was being much too critical of his work, telling him that his pictures of Diana were more than fine, especially the photos he took of her on their first date with all the signs illuminating her face, and it was symbolic, but Peter didn't think that photographic evidence of memories they both lived shared was something he could give all on its own; it could be tacked on with something, but it couldn't stand alone.

"Peter, these look really good," Aurora insisted, looking at her screen from where Peter was showing all of them from his hard drive, "I don't see why they can't stand alone."

"It just doesn't feel right..." he whined, huffing, "Besides, this looks more like something I'd give on our anniversary, you know?"

"You know, I actually understand this," Phillip said, tossing a grape into his mouth, "You know, that gift pertains solely to your relationship, it's not necessarily about her specifically."

"But those are usually for her birthday when they're totally about her," Peter argued, but he did nod along with most of what Phillip had said, "Anniversaries are for me to take these pictures and make like a collage or some kind of display that tells the story of our relationship. Christmas is about something that she'd want that is something that just...it's all about the warm and fuzzies and the pictures just don't hit it right."

"This is ridiculous, I don't see why you can't just do this, it's just a present, I mean, at least it's not something you bought," Michelle said, and Peter frowned.

"Peter's more emotional than you are Michelle," Aurora said softly, because Michelle liked Aurora so it was easier to hear more critical things from her since she always said them nicely.

The taller girl said nothing, so it was safe to assume Peter wasn't going to be argued against, so he simply sighed, telling them that he had to go to dinner—because May had called five minutes fifteen minutes prior—and signed off, falling off his top bunk and landing onto one hand before pushing himself onto his feet and walking out of his room, closing the door behind him.

He sighed as he fell into his seat, raising his head to look at his aunt, only to sit up straighter when he caught sight of her boyfriend, Leslie, the both of them having been waiting patiently for him to join them.

"Hey, Leslie, sorry I'm late," he mumbled, directing both towards the man rather than looking over at May who was giving him a pointed look.

"Don't worry about it, Peter, how're your friends doing?" Leslie asked, because Leslie was always nice to him and his aunt and Peter had given up on trying to hate him a while ago.

"They're good," he sighed, reaching out to start eating the food that the man cooked, because May couldn't cook to save her life; he still loved her, though.

"Then why the long face?" the man asked, sharing a look with May, Peter too preoccupied with eating to notice.

He sighed, speaking around his mouthful, ignoring May's pained sound, "It's Christmas soon, you know, and I don't have a present for Diana yet, and there's really nothing that can top the promise ring, you know?"

Leslie nodded seriously as he listened, thinking to himself while May made a face, tilting her head forward. "Aren't you worried about finals?"

"I think this is a lot more important, May, besides, I'm pretty sure I did great on the ones I already took, it's English I just have to worry about, but this is a science-tech school so who's even counting," Peter scoffed, taking another bite of his food, and May groaned, dropping her head into her hands, sighing.

"Don't worry about him, May, I'm sure he's just trying to scare you, you know how kids are," Leslie said, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her arm while sharing a look with Peter who nodded earnestly, guilt settling into his stomach because he never liked to stress out May, and this was kind of his wake-up call to that.

"Sorry, May," he mumbled, and his aunt shushed him, giving him a small smile.

"I just worry about you, Peter, that's all, I trust you," she said, and he smiled, because she trusted him way more than she should at times.

"So, about this present," Leslie began, because he had met Diana once or twice and it wasn't hard to tell that Peter really liked her, "What are you trying to achieve with it?"

Peter shrugged, taking another bite of his food. "I mean, I want it to just have the warm and fuzzy feeling, you know? I was thinking of making a display of pictures that documented our relationship, but that's something for her anniversary, and I could get her something she just wants, but that sounds like something I should get for her birthday."

"I get what you mean," Leslie said, and he looked over towards May who was thinking as well, "I don't really know her all that well, but do you have any ideas, May?"

"Well..." she began, choosing her words carefully, "Peter, this time of the year, no matter what people celebrate, is a time for family and being thankful for a year of good times and bad times. The presents are supposed to come from a place of love. So give something from your heart, something that you think really comes from a place of love."

Peter nodded, thinking to himself as he continued to eat, sighing. How was he supposed to give Diana his love, he couldn't bottle up his love, it came from all of him, there was no way to take it away and wrap it.

He gasped sharply, May and Leslie both jumping in shock, and he stared at the wall with wide eyes, everything falling into place.

He knew what to do.

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Diana was spending Christmas with just her family. It wasn't like last year where she got to celebrate with Gwen, Harry, and Peter's families, and she was fine with that. After all, Gwen's family was visiting and, since Harry's father was going to a party, Harry was staying with Johnny. Peter was celebrating with May and Leslie as well, from what she was told, which was nice to hear since she knew how much Leslie made May happy.

The morning of Christmas Eve, which was when they normally celebrated, consisted of Mariah Carey and Michael Bublé being blasted at top volume with Jesse singing just as loudly, Rosie taking the day off and telling her to be quiet and let Diana and Flash sleep in, the two holed up in her room, Flash groaning at the sound with Diana waking up in a surprisingly good mood.

"I actually want to get out of bed today," she hummed, surprised by herself.

Flash, just as surprised, sat up immediately, looking down at her with wide eyes and a growing smile. "You really want to?"

She nodded, turning to look at him, a growing smile spreading across her features as well. "Yeah. Yeah, I really want to."

Flash cheered and Diana shrieked as he tossed her over his shoulder, racing out of her room and practically throwing her onto the table, just barely dropping her onto her seat as the pancakes were placed in front of her, Flash and Jesse taking their own seats, Mariah sounding even louder than she did through the door.

"So what's the plan?" Jesse asked, trying to share a look with Flash who just glared at her, but, fortunately, Diana was too engrossed in her pancakes to notice.

"I'm going around to give presents, I'm gonna start in the city then head out to Nicky and Rhett, then Peter, then come back around," she explained, trying to think over the list she had made, hoping that it wouldn't be too hard to make the trek, as well as hoping the trains wouldn't be closed due to the snow.

"Be careful," Rosie reminded, and she nodded, continuing to eat her pancakes.

"I always am," she pointed out, because they didn't know about the times that she wasn't.

When she finished eating, she immediately made her way to her room, which was good for everyone else, as if she had, she would have seen the general layout of gifts that were under the tree, and later that night it would be very difficult to explain why there were new ones.

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The gift giving took nearly the entire day. She headed over to Phillip and Eric's place first since it would ease up immensely on the large bag, then heading over to Aurora's. She was going to head over to Remy's, but she knew Flash was already going over there so she just left her present with him to give the next day, instead choosing head over to Gwen's, then the Baxter Building.

She was forced to spend at least twenty minutes at each place, receiving her own gifts and being given a tour or just talking about how her finals went, or anything at all.

It was nice to feel wanted and she had a lot of fun, but she had to admit, by the time she reached Nicky and Rhett's place, she was exhausted.

"Happy...Christmas," she yawned, stumbling into the room and right into the arms of Steve who had dropped by for the holidays and promised to stay for a while, same with Sam, and Diana knew it was enough of a gift for Rhett and Nicky already.

"Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you too, Diana," Steve greeted, propping her onto his hip and she hummed, rubbing her face against his beard, smiling when she heard Rhett's indignant shout.

"My boyfriend," he huffed, tugging her out of Steve's arms, pulling her into a fierce hug, "How's it going Dina, we heard that Peter's been having some trouble picking out a present for you."

"He has?" she asked, laughing as she was dropped onto the couch, Steve going through her bag which he had taken from her when he pulled her into his arms, "I haven't talked to him yet, but I'm passing by his place to drop off presents. Speaking of which," she reached out towards the bag which Steve was already poking through, "I brought presents!"

Sam cheered from where he and Nicky were baking the pieces needed for a gingerbread mansion—specially designed by Nicky this time around—the young psychologist grinning as he stood up from where he was bent forward, the two walking around to greet her.

Her presents weren't anything too special, for Rhett it was another pair of reading glasses since the man was complaining about growing tired of his and actually needing them now, for Steve, it was a picture of her great-grandmother, Cecily Smith, a woman who had been very important to him back during the war. For Sam, it was a supply of knock-off Girl Scout Cookies and a plaque that declared him the Best Avenger, something he gladly rubbed in the face of a laughing Steve, and for Nicky, a bottle of melatonin and a garden gnome, which made him laugh, then scream.

"Stick around for a while," Rhett said, motioning towards the TV, "We can start watching a little early if you want."

"I gotta raincheck, you guys, I still need to head over to Peter's and the ride back is gonna be super held up and it's already late," she explained, motioning towards the darkening sky, and the four men nodded.

"You have your pepper spray?" Steve asked, and she nodded, reaching into her bag and showing him, "I also have the police baton, the whistle, and my bracelets."

"Tell Peter we said hi, I felt bad that I couldn't go out to meet him to help pick out your present," Steve said, and she nodded, wondering what Peter could have gotten her, as it seemed it was a bit of a struggle for him.

By the time she made it to Queens it was dark, cold, and she was in desperate need of a Peter hug. But when she finally reached all the way up to his apartment, knocking on the door, she was greeted with a fairly unpleasant surprise.

"Sorry, Diana, he's not here right now," May said, giving her a small smile, Leslie waving to Diana from his position on the couch.

"Oh," Diana hummed, furrowing her brow; Peter had told her he wasn't going out as Spider-Man that night, so she didn't think he would be anywhere else, "Well, do you want to hold on to his present and give it to him when he gets back?"

Her present for him had been an interesting one. He was always running a little late and she always liked to tease him about it, so she decided to build him a watch. It didn't get in the way of his web shooters and had fun little features Nicky helped her design, as well as some planted videos of the two of them that he could pull up, similar to his Spidey signal on his web shooters. She thought it was a clever gift and wanted to be there when he tried it all out.

May must have sensed that as she gave her a smile and squeezed her arm. "Just hold on to it, I'll let him know you dropped by so he doesn't think you forgot, and you just give it to him when you see him next."

She deflated slightly, but she nodded nevertheless, wishing her Happy Holidays and declining the offer to stay for a little while to get out of the cold, as it was already dark and she just wanted to get home, even if it meant going without her Peter hug.

"Where is he?" she huffed, heading back down to the train station, her mood souring, "On Christmas Eve?"

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Keeping Peter at the back of her mind, Diana ate dinner with her family. It wasn't anything big, but it was enough, and Diana was more than happy with the little family she had for herself. It was more than enough.

But what truly came as a surprise, however, was after she was told to change into her ugly sweater when she heard all the knocking and noises. At first, she thought it was Flash and Jesse playing a game, messing around as per usual, but then she heard Gwen and May's voices, which was enough of a surprise to get her to rush outside.

She stopped in her tracks at the sight of the same cast back in her living room, sans Harry's father, though the boy seemed relieved about that. But it was still Gwen, her father, Harry, May, and now Leslie, and she couldn't help but smile, because the night just seemed to be getting better and better.

"Hey, wait," she said, frowning over towards May who was talking to Rosie, "Where's Peter then?"

"He's running late," May explained, laughing, "He wanted to apologize, Diana, he didn't mean to get held up. But he told us to just continue on without him."

"We're going to need to open the presents a little earlier, since everyone needs to head back, but they did want to keep the tradition of spending some time with us first," Rosie explained, and Diana couldn't help but coo at the news.

"That's so sweet, you guys..." she drawled, and everyone laughed, her friends jumping to their feet to hug her, Flash and Jesse jumping in as well, "So when are we opening them?"

"Now!" Jesse cheered, and Diana should have taken Rosie's lack of resistance as a bit of a clue.

Present giving was similar to the year before, with perhaps less tears, but still the same amount of love. Diana received presents from her family in London, her aunt giving her a picture of her mother when she was young, Danny giving her a nice coat, and Daisy giving her a series of pictures she drew of Diana in pretty dresses. 

They had gotten equally nice presents for the rest of the Thompson family, and Flash had stared at the apology letter from Danny for much longer than expected before snapping out of it and continuing to pass around gifts.

Because Diana had already given her gifts to her friends, it was just up to her to open them and they were as sweet as could be expected, and Gwen was bouncing with excitement the whole time, even well after her present was already opened.

"Where's Peter?" Diana could help but huff, still holding on to her present for him, "I have his present."

"He'll be here real soon, sweetheart, just open his," May said, and Diana looked over, her eyes widening at the sight of the rather large box sitting by the tree.

"Shouldn't I wait for him?" she asked, and May shook her head, which should have been another red flag.

"He's kind of afraid of your reaction," Leslie added, just before Diana argued that she wanted to wait for him, and that was enough for her to relent; after all, she didn't want to put Peter right on the spot, she knew some people were afraid of those kinds of things.

She looked towards the others who all motioned for her to open it, and she really should have known from the way Flash had his phone out to record the whole thing, but she wasn't aware of everything at all times, not even Peter was and he had spider senses.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out towards the lid of the wrapped box, tugging it off and peering inside, shouting when she caught sight of Peter tucked in on himself, poorly wrapped in paper with a bow on the top of his head.

"Peter, what are you doing?" she demanded, helping him out of the box, the boy's legs tied together with the gift wrapping, "How long have you been in there?"

"A while," he groaned, falling over, his legs numb, "This was a much better plan in my head."

"What are you doing?" she laughed, moving to kneel on the floor, her head above his which was upside down by her view.

"Okay," he said, trying to escape from his paper prison, Diana reaching out and, essentially, unwrapping him, giggling as she kept the bow on his head, "So I couldn't really come up with a present to get you, you know, since I think I peaked with the ring, right?"

"That's really sad, Parker," Flash called out, only to be shushed by literally everyone.

"Anyways," Peter continued, "I asked around with everyone about what to get you and it was hard because there were good ideas but they didn't fit with the theme of Christmas and they were good ideas, but they could be for your birthday or anniversaries or—"

"Peter," she said, reaching out touch his shoulder, her cheeks hurting from smiling because he was there and that was more than enough for her, "What are you talking about."

"I mean," he sighed, unable to meet her eye, "The best gift I could give you is my love, right? Like, it's a one-of-a-kind, can't buy at a store thing, and it's the best gift I can give since there's really nothing else that can top it coming from me."

"Peter," she whispered, hardly aware of everyone watching them, her cheeks aching from how much she was smiling, "You gave me your heart for Christmas?"

Peter turned red as he ducked his head, and she knew that he was red all over, from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his toes. "Yeah..."

She laughed, surging forward and pulling him into a tight hug. "I love you, you nerd."

Peter laughed as he hugged her back, just as fierce, groaning as he tried to squeeze her as tightly as he could without breaking her, sighing softly. "Please don't hate the gift, I had to wrap myself."

She laughed, kissing his cheek before burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I'm gonna be honest, Peter, I didn't need a present, I just needed you." 

She paused for a moment, pulling away to just look at him, because he was Peter and there was nothing more that she wanted from him, nothing more that she needed from him than just to be around, because he was Peter Parker and it was ridiculous how much she loved him.

"But lucky for me, I got both."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is based off the song Humbug by Owl City and I just adore this concept and it just works so well for these two utter nerds whom I have missed so much, I just couldn't help myself, I love writing one-shots for them, and it is the holiday season so!

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!