Thanksgiving!
The video opens to Peter and Tony sitting on the couch in the living room.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Ironfam!” he announces, throwing his arms out in a wide ‘ta da’ gesture. “Sorry for any of you that aren’t in America… but I just had to do a video on Thanksgiving, it’s, like, one of my favorite holidays.”
“I thought Christmas was your favorite holiday,” Tony says, giving Peter an amused look. “And Halloween was your second favorite.”
“Oh, Mr. Stark,” Peter smiles at Tony. “Every holiday is my favorite holiday.”
Tony snorts.
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“Anyway,” Peter picks up where he left off. “Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, because it’s an entire day dedicated to eating! And, you know, being thankful and stuff, but… eating! Yay!”
Tony is shaking his head exasperatedly from his place beside Peter.
“So,” Peter continues. “I thought we’d just make this video for all of you! And of course, by the time you see it, it won’t be Thanksgiving anymore, probably, like, a couple days after, but… you know. Thanksgiving Vlog! Let’s go!”
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“So,” Peter says, standing just outside the kitchen. “We’ve got the entire team here. Thor came back from Asgard to celebrate with us, isn’t that so freaking cool? But the team won’t let him in the kitchen. But yeah, we’ve got Mr. Stark, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Dr. Banner, Thor, Wanda, Sam, Rhodey, Pepper, Bucky, and Happy. Ned and MJ are going to be here any second with their families, and of course, we’ve got…” he stoops, and when he stands back up, he’s holding Lady and Chloe in one hand. “The pets! They are, of course, the most important part of this family, and we will be making them their own mini Thanksgiving feast.”
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Peter is standing in the kitchen, panning the camera to show the various Avengers working on different things.
“So,” Peter says, turning the camera to face him. “We’ve got everyone here, and they’re all working on the things they said they wanted to make.” As he mentions each person, he zooms the camera in on them. “Since it’s Mr. Stark’s house, he’s in charge of the turkey, and Pepper wanted to be in charge of the stuffing.”
Peter zooms the camera in on his own face and drops his voice to a whisper. “Pepper makes the best ******* stuffing.”
He returns the camera to the individual team members as he mentions them. “Steve is making rolls, Bruce is making fruit salad, Bucky is making potatoes, Clint is making his secret gravy recipe, Wanda is making green beans, Sam is making yams, Rhodey is in charge of setting the table, and Ned, MJ, and their families are all bringing their favorite kinds of pie. I’m pretty sure we’re getting strawberry, pumpkin, pecan, lemon meringue, raspberry, and chocolate. And then Happy is making the Hogan Family Cranberry Sauce. Seriously. He’s mashing cranberries right now. And then Natasha is making Russian Style Corn.”
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Peter and Natasha are sitting alone in the living room, as though they’re in an interview.
“So, Natasha,” Peter says. “What exactly is Russian Style Corn.”
Natasha snorts. “Okay, so, Tony decided he was going to put me in charge of ‘corn’ for Thanksgiving, and I decided, okay, fine, if he wanted to put me in charge of something basic and stupid, I was going to make it not basic and stupid. So I invented my own dish, and called is Russian Style Corn so nobody would question it. It’s really just creamed corn, Applebees mashed corn, normal corn, cobbed corn, all thrown together and mixed up. In one dish.”
Peter snorts and gags at the same time.
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“Oh, I almost forgot,” Peter says, turning the camera to face himself. It’s just slightly too close to his face. “I’m making this stuff my aunt May used to make, which we call ‘fluffy jello.’ I’m not going to tell you what it is, because it’s my family's secret stuff, but I’ll show you once it’s done. It’s so good, you guys, I don’t know how anybody has Thanksgiving without it.”
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The fire alarms are going off, ringing shrilly in the background. Peter’s face can barely be seen through a haze of smoke, but he appears to be laughing. There’s lots of shouting in the background, and vague human-shaped outlines are moving around, but none can be identified. Peter himself has to shout to be heard.
“Mr. Stark set off the fire alarm!” he shouts, his words barely distinguishable over the chaos and his own laughter. “I don’t even know what he did, the turkey barely went into the cooker, but something exploded, and now the fire alarms are going off! Friday won’t turn them off, I can’t tell if it’s because there’s still smoke, or because she’s messing with us-”
“FRIDAY!” Tony’s bellow covers any other noise. “TURN THESE ******* ALARMS OFF OR I SWEAR, I WILL DISABLE YOU AND SELL YOU TO AN ORPHANAGE!”
The alarms abruptly turn off, and Peter dissolves into another bout of laughter.
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The smoke has cleared, and judging from the kitchen behind Peter, everyone has gotten back to work.
“So, the fluffy jello is in the fridge, which means my job is done,” Peter shrugs. “Mr. Stark figured out how to make a turkey, so that’s going smoothly now. And everyone else will be here soon. Ned and MJ and their families said their ETA is about ten minutes, and Scott and Cassie are gonna be here around that same time. Laura, Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel will be here in about half an hour.”
“Peter,” Tony says warningly in the background.
“Oh, yeah,” Peter glances behind him, before turning back to the camera. “Before anyone comes up with any wild theories, Laura, Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel are some friends of mine from ages ago. I used to babysit them. Not Laura, she’s an adult, but… the rest of them.”
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There’s a montage of all the different foods, which have been set on the table. Everything looks beautifully prepared, even the Russian Style Corn, which looks equal parts revolting and extremely delicious. The table is set very formally, with beautiful china dishes and crystal glasses. The table, with the dishes and food, looks like something out of a Hallmark movie.
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Everyone is seated around the table. Tony is at the head, with Pepper on his right and Peter on his left. Everyone else is seated all down the table.
“So!” Peter exclaims, holding the camera up so that he’s visible, but so is the table and everyone else. “We’re about ready to eat, but I just wanted to film this last little bit. I’m going to edit in a montage of sort, everyone saying what they’re thankful for, but I just wanted to say I’m so thankful for all of you, and I don’t want MJ to edit this out, so I’m just going to stop with thank you all so much for joining the Ironfam, and I’ll see you all next time!”
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Laura is sitting in the living room, alone on the couch
“I am thankful for my family, and big open farms where my husband’s friends can’t bother me.”
Peter snorts from behind the camera.
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Ned’s mother is now on the couch.
“What am I thankful for?” she asks, looking behind the camera. “Well, I’m very thankful for my husband, and for Ned, but I’m also so thankful for Peter and MJ, and everything they’ve done for my son.”
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Mr. Leeds is in the frame now.
“What am I thankful for?” he asks. “Um… whatever my wife said.”
There’s a chorus of laughter from behind the camera.
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It’s Lila’s turn.
“I’m thankful for archery,” she deadpans.
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MJ’s mother is on the couch.
“I am extremely thankful for my family,” she says.
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“I’m thankful for our friends,” MJ’s father says.
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Bruce looks straight into the camera. “I cannot even articulate how thankful I am for stress balls, and my therapist.”
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“That’s a difficult question, Starkson!” Thor booms. “There are many things that I am grateful for!”
“Just say the first one that comes to your head,” Peter encourages from behind the camera.
“Well…” Thor hesitates. “I suppose I am thankful for Asgard, and Loki, and this team. And Midguardian foods. Particularly Poptarts.”
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MJ is in front of the camera.
“I’m not getting sappy, loser,” she rolls her eyes at the camera.
“Come on, MJ!” Peter pleads. “It’s for the montage!”
MJ sighs, rolls her eyes again, before looking deadpan into the camera. “I am very glad that the world has sketchbooks. And people in crisis.”
Peter and Ned laugh.
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Sam doesn’t even sit on the couch. He walks into frame, looks deadpan into the camera, says “Redwing,” and walks out.
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Rhodey sits down on the couch, and rubs his hands on his legs. “I mean, everyone’s going to think this is a joke, but… I am really, truly thankful for Tony’s sobriety.”
There’s silence behind the camera, as Rhodey sniffs lightly, before standing up and leaving the frame.
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Natasha is on the couch. “I’m grateful for Budapest.”
Clint snorts violently off-camera.
“Like…” Peter hesitates. “Like, the place?”
Natasha shrugs. “Sure, if that’s how you want to interpret that.”
Clint snorts again.
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Bucky is sitting on the couch.
“I’m very thankful for Steve,” he says. “And for this team, for helping me through a lot of the darkest places I’ve ever been in.”
There’s silence for a moment, before -
“Wow,” Steve says. “That’s the deepest I’ve ever heard you get.”
“Oh, shut up,” Bucky snaps, but his face is breaking into a reluctant grin.
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Ned’s on the couch.
“I don’t want to say all the standard family and love and crap,” he says slowly. “Because everyone already knows that. So I’m just going to say… I’m very thankful that I’m best friends with one of the coolest people in the world. And that person knows what I’m talking about.”
Peter snickers from behind the camera.
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Little Cassie is seated on the couch, looking behind the camera at Peter, presumably.
“What are you thankful for, Cassie?” Peter asks encouragingly.
“My dad!” Cassie immediately exclaims. “And Hope!”
“Aw,” Scott says from off-camera. “Thanks, Cass! I’m thankful for you, too!”
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It’s Tony’s turn.
“Come on, Mr. Stark!” Peter pleads. “Just tell everyone what you’re thankful for!”
Tony looks deadpan into the camera. “Friday.”
There’s a brief pause.
“Like… like the AI?” Peter asks hesitantly. “Or… or the day?”
Tony shrugs. “Friday.”
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Wanda is on the couch.
“I am more thankful than I can say for the family I have found with this team, who accept me for who I am, when others did not.”
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“I don’t want to get all serious,” Pepper says. “So I’m just going to go with maternity clothes. And elevators.”
Peter snorts.
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“Come on, Nathaniel!” Peter encourages the toddler. “What are you thankful for?”
Nathaniel looks confused, but kicks his legs excitedly. “Daddy!”
Peter shrugs. “We’ll take it.”
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Cooper sits on the couch. “What am I thankful for?” he pauses. “The lock on my bedroom door. Interpret that how you will.”
Clint’s voice cuts in from off camera. “Cooper!”
Cooper, Ned, and Peter break into laughter.
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“I like Downton Abbey,” Happy says gruffly. “Can I go now?”
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“I’m very thankful for Bucky,” Steve says. “And this team.”
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It’s finally Peter’s turn.
“There’s a lot that I’m thankful for,” he says slowly. “So I’m just going to say the first things that come to mind, which are Mr. Stark and Pepper and the baby and the team and Ned and MJ and their families and everything everyone’s done for me, especially since May…”
“It’s okay, kid,” Tony cuts him off.
Peter sniffs.
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Words spiral across the screen in fancy lettering.
Happy Thanksgiving Ironfam!
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