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Mmmmfmfmfm so I was drinking hot chocolate and eating a candy cane while writing this so I was feeling super christmasy. Enjoy!!

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It wasn’t that Peter didn’t like the snow. He loved it, actually. Pristine white powder that can make the entire world seem pure and perfect, even for just a little while. The freezing flakes that bring endless school days to a halt and are each unique in their own ways. Really, what was there to not like about snow?

Apparently the fact that it is very... very cold. That part isn’t fun, at all. Especially considering that, less than twenty-four hours ago, Tony had been digging out Peter’s near frozen body from a snow bank after a mission gone wrong.

Stupid evil snowmen.

That’s right folks. Thanks to his spidery-ness, he can’t thermoregulate. Which means he can’t withstand temperatures more extreme than normal. Which also means no more snow days.

Peter sighs and takes another small sip of his hot chocolate. He pulls the blanket up a little tighter around his shoulders and sinks into the couch. Leaning his head back, he closes his eyes to think.

The cabin is filled with the scent of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies. He can hear Morgan and Tony yelling outside as they play in the snow. Tony is yelling at Gerald for some reason. Again.

Peter opens his eyes and sets the hot chocolate on the coffee table. He turns his gaze towards the kitchen and smiles.

Mom Pepper is making him soup (even though he said he was perfectly fine), probably chicken noodle. She reaches over the counter to grab something and when her hand meets air, she suddenly pauses. In an instant she blinks away her confusion and smiles. Normally there was a small tray full of candy canes and mints, just incase Pepper ever felt self-indulgent.

Pepper turns back to the soup and instead pops a jelly bean in her mouth. She bites her lip as she remembers she banned candy canes from the house ever since Peter ate one and then collapsed infront of them, seizing.

Yeah. Spiders don’t like peppermint either.

Peter burys his head between his knees and pulls the blanket even tighter around his shoulders. He’s a nuisance. He should be home with May, not intruding on this perfect family’s Christmas. Not sitting on their couch or drinking their hot chocolate, using their blanket, or even being in their house whatsoever. He doesn’t belong.

Though, it’s not like he has much of a choice.

May has been hospitalized ever since they snapped back into existence. People reappeared in the middle of construction sites, midair, and in tons of other dangerous situations that hadn’t been dangerous 5 years ago. Well, May had been searching the city for him and just happened to be crossing the street when she dusted.

Peter wipes away the forming tears and bites his lip. She has to get better. The doctor said she was lucky and could possibly be out of the hospital in February.

But.

She still hasn’t woken up from her coma. In reality Peter knows the doctor didn’t lie to him at the time. May had just gotten out of surgery when the doctor spoke with him. But Peter really, really wanted to be live she would be okay. And they could celebrate every holiday they’ve missed and everything would be fine.

But it might not be.

She might not wake up.

Ever.

So, Peter was stuck intruding. Stuck being a nuisance. The least he could do was stay out of their way while they-

“MORGAN STARK! Don’t you dare bring that snowball in the house, DON’T YOU DARE-”

Peter looks up when he hears Tony fall to the ground outside with an ‘oof!’. The door is suddenly thrown open and Morgan comes sprinting through in her snow gear. Before Peter can really register what’s happening, Morgan is jumping on top of him.

He catches the little girl mid-air, causing the blanket to fall off his shoulders. He sits his sister the girl on his lap but nearly drops her when his sweatpants get covered in now melting snow.

“Mo Mo, what are you doing in here? Last I checked, the snow is supposed to stay outside the house.” Morgan turns to him with a face of only pure betrayal. Her nose sncruches up and she pushes his shoulder.

“Petey you sound like daddy. I just wanted a juice pop! And they don’t make juice pops outside the house!”

Pepper suddenly peaks around the corner, eyeing the her daughter who tracked snow in the house. “Morgan Stark, it is the middle of winter. No juice pops until it’s at least above freezing outside.”

“But momma, juice pops are the best in the whole wide world!”

Pepper shakes her head and gives Peter a pleading look. Peter shifts Morgan on his legs and boops her nose. “Weird, I thought cookies were the bestest in the world?”

Morgan throws her head back in tantrum and sticks out her tongue. Regardless she turns to lean into Peter’s chest. He chooses to ignore the fact that his sweats are now soaked and his shirt is seconds from suffering the same fate. Instead he focuses on her wrapping her, now ungloved, hands around to his back. She sticks her freezing little hands in his shirt and bury’s her head into his chest.

Peter takes off her hat and rests his chin on her head as he rubs her back. “You cold Mo Mo?”

Morgan squeezes him tighter and mumbles out a “mhm”.

He reaches forward slightly and grabs his hot chocolate. “Hey, Mo, want some of my hot chocolate? It’ll get you nice and warm so you can go outside and hit daddy in the face with snowballs.”

Morgan lifts her head from his chest and lets go of his back to reach for the hot chocolate. She counts the marshmallows that haven’t melted and brings the warm liquid to her lips. Once she finishes the drink, she sighs and leans back onto Peter’s chest.

He watches as her eyes slowly grow heavier and heavier. She slips off her boots and curls completely into Peter’s lap. He takes the empty mug from her and gently sets it on the coffee table. Peter slips off her jacket and snow pants so she’s left in her pajamas from the morning.

Peter moves to get off the couch so he can set the the little girl down to sleep, but she instantly pulls back into his chest. She tiredly opens her eyes and whines. “Peter don’ go. You’ warm.”

Peter’s eyes widen and he lays back down on the couch. He moves Morgan on top of his chest and she instantly wraps herself around him. Peter smiles and grabs his previously forgotten blanket. “Here ya go Mo. Wrap up like a burrito and take a nap.”

Morgan takes the blanket? But instead of wrapping herself up she pulls it over the both of them. Then she burys her face into the side of Peter’s neck. “You gotta stay warm too bubba.”

At her words, Peter’s heart leaps in his chest. She considered him family. But why? He’s just a nuisance!

“Hey Mo Mo what do you-”

Peter quickly realizes the girl had dozed off. He pushes away any thoughts of doubt he’d had before and just pulls the little girl, no, his sister closer. He gives her a small kiss on the head and lightly rubs her back.

Suddenly, Tony comes stomping through the door. “Damnit Gerald! Can’t believe my Alpaca ate my glove. That little shit.”

Tony is covered nearly head to toe in snow and is wearing a half eaten glove. The man takes off his snow gear and moves into the kitchen. He snatches a cookie and gives Pepper a kiss. Without turning around, he calls out to Peter.

“Hey Pete.”

Peter looks to Morgan as she slightly shifts, then replies. “Yeah?”

Tony grabs a fresh cup of coffee but still doesn’t turn. “Should come outside and have a snowball fight with us.”

“Uhm right now isn’t the best time. I don’t really feel like-”

“Mhm cause you know you’re gonna lose huh.”

Peter rolls his eyes and pulls the blanket up a little more around Morgan’s shoulders. He catches Pepper smiling at them from the kitchen. He points to Tony and then makes the spins his finger by his head to show that ‘he’s crazy’.

Pepper gives a breathless laugh and nudges Tony. The man turns to his wife and finally catches sight of his children. Tony smiles and shakes his head. “Kid you are never getting her off you.”

Pet smiles, still rubbing the little girl’s back. “Y’know, that’s alright. That’s what big brothers are for, right?”

Tony suddenly feels a swell of pride in hearing that. Peter final considered himself part of the family. The man nods and stares at his kids.

“Sure is, buddy. Sure is.”

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Bonus:

~Ten minutes later~

“HEY EVERYONE! Harley has arrived! Peter get your ass off the- ope never mind. Anyways.. shit do I smell cookies? Mom I swear if there’s raisins in them-”

Tony sighs. “Aaaand there’s kid number 3.”

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Ahhh this was so fun!! Please send me more!! Also I’m down for some feedback.