Rushing into the room at the sound of Peter’s curses and yelps of pain, you skidded to a stop at the sight in front of you.
“Stop laughing!” Peter whined as you burst into giggles, a tangled mess of Christmas lights surrounding and hanging off of him.
“How did you even get yourself stuck like that?” You calmed down, though still grinning at him, moving to help slowly unravel the twisted strings carefully.
“I tried using super speed to untangle them all at once but then they ended up looping together.” Peter groaned.
“Maybe we should just leave you like this and you can be our new Christmas tree.” You teased.
“Well, you are the greatest gift I have so does that mean I can have you under me on Christmas morning?”
“Peter!” You yelped as he grinned cheekily. “Do you want me to keep you tied up like this?”
Putting a finger against his lips to shush him before he could reply, you sighed.