Opening your eyes, the realisation soon hit you and you instantly smiled.

The day had finally arrived.

You felt Pietro's arm around your waist, so you turned over and his eyes were still closed.

You kissed his nose expecting him to wake up, he didn't.

You kissed his cheek, he didn't wake up.

As a last resort, you kissed him properly and within seconds he responded to you.

"I do enjoy waking up like that," he commented, his voice husky as he had just woken up.

You giggled and snuggled up to him. "It's Christmas Piet," you told him, excitement laced within your tone.

He turned to you with a smirk on his face. "Is it now? I suppose we need to get up then," he laughed a little as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You know I love to lay here and all that, but it is Christmas," you reminded him, playfully glaring.

"Alright. You win Princess," you got out of bed as he spoke his peace.

With a spring in your step, only wearing one of Pietro's t-shirts, you made your way into the living room.

Pietro was walking behind you, his pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hips whilst he ran a hand through his hair.

"Too bad we don't have mistletoe in here," you heard him mutter under his breath, causing you to giggle.

Whilst Pietro went into the kitchen to get a drink, you were flicking through the channels of the television and settled on the best sounding Christmas song one that would be fitting for the day.

Due to you and Pietro living away from the rest of the team, you had compromised with them all for them to leave the morning for you two to have to yourselves and they could all gate crash around lunch time to celebrate as a big family.

When Pietro came back in, he found you still sat on the sofa, so he handed you your drink before heading over to the tree that the two of you had put so much effort into decorating.

Neither of you were up for the idea of having a real tree that shed needles so, instead, you spent time finding a realistic artificial tree that would last a good few years.

Pietro turned around to face you, and motioned for you to come over, so you placed your drink next to you before making your way over to your extremely attractive boyfriend.

He then picked a bauble off the tree, confusing you as you knew you had decorated it to your standard of perfection.

"What are you doing Piet?" you questioned, realising that you didn't recognise the bauble he had in his hands.

Chuckling lowly, your boyfriend got down on one knee and slowly opened the bauble revealing an absolutely breath-taking ring.

You smiled at him as he took in a deep breath.

"I don't know where to start Princess," he had nervousness laced within his tone whilst he spoke. "I love you a whole lot, you're one of the most supportive people I have ever had in my life and I don't remember a time when you weren't around me," his words brought tears to your eyes.

Not once did you ever imagine that Pietro would propose, it had always been an unspoken thing that the two of you were in it for the long run and there wasn't a need for a ring or a piece of paper.

Taking another deep breath, he looked up at you. "My lovely Y/N, will you marry me?"

He had such a cheeky smirk on his face as he asked you causing you to smile down at him.

There was no way that you'd even think about saying no to him.

"Of course, I will," you breathed out to him, causing him to stand up and pull you into a hug, pressing a loving kiss to your lips beforehand.

Once he pulled away, he slipped the ring onto your finger. "I never want to be without you," he told you as he looked into your eyes.

You blushed slightly and then smiled. "You can't ever get rid of me now."

He leaned so that your foreheads were touching, and a smile made its way onto his face. "Merry Christmas my Princess."

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Written by Hannah.