Budapest Christmas Eve
Clint stormed off leaving Natasha at the bar alone. Everyone was staring at her. Natasha had found out that Clint was cheating
on her with Bobbi Morse, again. When
Natasha tried to talk to him about it, he exploded. He wouldn’t let her say anything and flew off
in a storm. Natasha wasn’t even that
mad, not really… Ever since Swallow School she had been itching for a real threesome
actually, not some mission BS. But that
was that it seemed.
“Merry Christmas young lady,” a Santa said in Russian, “What
do you want for Christmas?”
“For my boyfriend to be less of a jerk,” Natasha found
herself answering in Russian despite the cover as an Irish National, “And maybe
some fun with the side hussy.”
“Sounds like you are something of a naughty girl,” the
Santa smile, “Here have a candy cane.”
Natasha watched as the Santa went to another table and greeted
them, he asked what they wanted and gave out a candy canes. Natasha watched him do this for most of the
bar. She wondered if the Hotel had hired
the man for seasonal entertainment.
Natasha got the coat off the back of her chair and went up the elevator. She saw the Santa heading out of the bar and
gave a half smile and wave back as the man smiled and waved at her. Part of her
felt it was a trap.
*
Clint went into the back of the surveillance van and was immediately
slapped by Bobbi!
“Oh not you too!” Clint shouted.
“Shut up,” Bobbi said, “You are supposed to be in there with
the skank! If not for actual love, you
are supposed to be watching the Hydra agent!
I know friends with benefits, but we are still all supposed to be professionals.”
The back door of the van blew open. Clint and Bobbi looked at the gaping hole and
spotted about twenty midgets in crappy elf hats.
“What th…” Clint started
“MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHER FUCKERS!” the tallest shouted.
Bobbi and Clint were then pelted with Christmas ornaments. Bobbi and Clint started coughing as the breaking
ornaments released a fog.
*
Natasha walked out of the bathroom and made her way over
to the bed, as she did she noticed the plastic wrapped candy cane on the table
next to her coat. She picked it up and
looked at it. It was from a local
company. Shrugging Natasha opened the
plastic wrapper and put the end of the sugar stick in her mouth. She went over to her bed and picked up the
remote and turned on the TV. They had
that old American Christmas film about the boy that ended up in New York city while
his family went to Florida. She sucked
on the candy cane too upset to care about anything. She had calmed down by the end of the film
and was about to go to sleep when the TV flashed a notice of upcoming headlines
for the late night news. The lead story
was a Hydra agent on a weapons deal was caught due to a drunk driver hitting
the Hydra agent’s car. Natasha sat up recognizing
the Hydra agent from the bar earlier.
“Our getaway was a mission?” Natasha sneered.
She turned off the TV and went to sleep.
*
NYC Christmas Eve
Peter sat on the ceiling of his apartment looking at his
phone. He was looking for something to do since but so far failed. All the super-crooks were locked up, with the
snow storm outside there wasn’t any muggers, MJ had shouted Friday how she was
going to see “MARY JANE WATSON’S aunt and Peter Parker could see his aunt on
Christmas Day!” just before she stormed out of the apartment. What made it worse was that both Aunt May and
Mrs Watson had moved in together some time ago after a super villain attack had
wrecked the neighborhood. The Fantastic
Four were having a private Christmas together.
The Avengers had spread out for Christmas with their families. The Justice Society had gone home too. And even Black Cat who had instigated MJ’s absence
was ignoring him.
There was a knock at the door.
“One second,” Peter said.
He got down to the floor and pulled a sweatshirt over his
spider suit and some sweatpants on too. He
went to the door and looked out the peep hole.
It was a Santa Claus. Peter
opened the door.
“Ho ho ho,” the Santa chuckled, “Hello there, is Little
Jean in?”
“Ah,” Peter sighed, “I think you have the wrong apartment
‘Santa,’ who are you looking for?”
“Isn’t this the Lee apartment?” Santa asked with a
mirthed smile.
“Oh, the Lees,” Peter smiled “They are down stairs right
below me.”
“Well, merry Christmas,” Santa handed Peter a small candy
cane in a plastic wrapper, “Thank you.
You are defiantly on my nice list.”
“Thanks Santa,” Peter smiled, “Merry Christmas.”
Peter closed the door and opened the wrapper of the candy
cane. Thinking for a second he dialed the
Lees.
“Hi, Xhi? Did you ask for a Santa Claus to come by your
place?” Peter asked, “Yeah came to my place by mistake, he should be down
shortly.”
Satisfied that the Santa was legit Peter popped the half
inch candy cane into his mouth.
*
Mary Jane walked down the side walk towards the subway. The snow was flying pretty hard. Ahead of her a group of short guys in cheap Christmas
elf hats came stumbling out or the subway station.
“Hay!” one of them pointed at Mary Jane, “MERRY
CHRISTMAAAAAASSSSS!”
“Merry Christmas!” the others slurred as well.
“Merry Christmas,” Mary Jane called back politely.
“Shhhhouldn’t you…” The lead elf stumbled, “You be home
with ‘er ‘usband? ‘ife? Girlfriend… boyfriend?”
“It’s Complicated,” Mary Jane gave a models’ smile.
“It’s not Complicated,” one of the other short drunks
hooted, “It’s Christmas!”
All of sudden the drunk midgets tossed Christmas Ornaments
at her.
*
Felicia Hardy sat in the million-dollar bar in the middle
of Manhattan. Next to her a short guy in
Christmas hat struggled with the stool next to her. Felicia moved the stool for him and smiled.
“Thanks,” the man smiled, “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” Felicia said slightly uncomfortable.
“Alone on Christmas eve?” the midget asked, “Bartender,
can I get a IPA?”
“Yeah sort of,” Felicia said not sure what the man
wanted.
“Oh don’t look at me,” the midget smiled pulling out a
twenty, “I have a wife to get home to after one last meeting with a
client. You know how it is, this is New
York City.”
“Tell me about it,” Felicia smiled.
The bartender brought over a bottle and a glass.
“Thanks,” the midget put the bill on the counter, “Merry
Christmas.
“You too bub.”
“Here,” the midget pulled a Christmas Ornament from his
jacket, “Merry Christmas…”
*
Coast City Christmas Eve
“Fuck off and DIE!” Raven screamed as she stormed off.
“Raven!” Beast Boy called as he got the door way, “Wait!”
Beast Boy ran down the street but Raven was gone. He stopped at the corner huffing. Next to him was a guy in a Santa suit ringing
a belt next to a charity kettle.
“Don’t suppose you saw a goth girl run by,” Beast Boy
said looking at the Santa.
“Sorry Lad,” the Santa said keeping his eye on Beast Boy.
Beast Boy reached in his pocket and pulled out two
quarters and nickle.
“Here man,” Beast Boy said, “Bet they won’t believe this
one at ‘the north pole,’ now will they?”
“You might be surprised the stories we hear,” the Santa
snickered, “Take a candy cane you man, looks like you could use it.”
“Thanks.”
Beast Boy took a candy cane from the side of the kettle.
“If you love her, wait for her,” the Santa said, “She
will calm down eventually.”
“Thanks,” Beast Boy put the cane in his mouth, “Merry
Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
*
Raven was trying to leave the city when her spirit self
was distracted by a shining object on the roof and flew down to
investigate. Raven couldn’t help
herself, it had never happened before…
Turning back to human form from the shadow raven, Raven
looked down at the pink glass Christmas Ornament. She reached down to touch it…
*
Budapest Christmas Morning
Natasha woke to the sounds and smells of coffee. In front of her was Bobbi Morse in little
more than a black rubber bikini set kneeling on the end of Natasha’s bed.
“Hurry she is awake,” Bobbi turned behind her.
Clint came around the corner with a coffee mug in his
hand, and almost naked except for his black latex briefs. Clint handed her the mug as Natasha sat up.
“Merry Christmas Mistress Natasha,” the pair gave genuine
lust filled smiles.
“Our Christmas gift to you is our slavery in bed,” The
pair practically sang.
*
Peter woke to the sound of bells. As he opened his eyes, he gasped slightly at
the sight of MJ and Felicia done up as J. Scott Campbell Cat Girls in Christmas
Red and White, playing with each other on the side of the bed. Both of them stopped and turned looking at
Peter.
“Merry Christmas Peter,” both of the giggled.
“Hay Tiger,” MJ cooed as she started crawling to Peter, “I
came to a realization, I can’t file for divorce you, I would go insane. Kitty and I talked Tiger, we decided that the
only solution is for you to take Kitty Cat here as a second pet wife to join me
in your bed.”
“Please Petey, make me your pet Kitty Cat,” Felicia
purred.
“I think we need to convince Tiger, Kitty,” MJ purred
too.
Peter was stunned as the pair pulled down sheets and went
to work double teaming his cock.
*
Beast Boy was in puppy mode sleeping on his back in the
middle of his back. He started squirming
and smiling as a hand started rubbing his belly.
“Bee Bee,” the voice called him out of his slumber, “Bee
Bee, Merry Christmas Bee Bee.”
“Raven?” Beast Boy barked as he reverted to human form.
“Time to unwrap your present Bee Bee,” Raven smiled.
She stud on her knees nest to Beast Boy and put the wide
bow of the sash holding her bathrobe on in front of Beast Boy. Beast Boy pulled an end and undid the bow
knot. Raven’s robe went free and left
her naked form for Beast Boy to see.
“I am your Christmas present Bee Bee,” Raven said as she
laid next to the green man next to her.