Sky brought his spaceship in for a landing at the spaceport SHIELD had built on the outskirts of New York City when it had become clear that they needed extra parking spots. Once Sky had found a reason to continue making landings on Earth and it became clear Captain Marvel would be bringing more and more refugees to their shores, SHIELD had determined that the volume of extra terrestrial visitors was not maintainable for the little skyport they had created on top of Avengers Tower. The garage at the top of the building was really only feasible for one helicopter or a very small plane, and Sky’s spaceship - while not huge like several SHIELD reports had mentioned - was a respectable size for a ship designed for deep space spelunking and was, regrettably, just a bit too big for the garage. The spaceport, unfortunately despite all of SHIELD’s best efforts, was still relatively small, and Sky did not enjoy bringing his ship in for landings there.
As such, Sky was so focused on his landing - could someone handle a HUGE ship as deftly as this, fuckers? - that he almost missed Thad’s laughter.
“What?” he asked, biting his lip the smallest bit as he touched their back wheels down.
“Is that supposed to be a snowman?” Thad asked, pointing through the front windshield.
Sky turned his attention to the front of the ship, and squinted at the pile of snow on the Avengers Spaceport grounds in front of them.
“Its got all the makings of one,” he admitted, which was technically true. There were three balls of snow rolled and piled on top of each other, and a gaping semi circle under two dots carved directly into the snow the snow that, while garish, could still be considered a mouth and nose.
Thad shook his head, “These humans and their Christmas.”
Sky grinned, and touched their front wheels to the ground just in front of the snowman. He turned his attention to the cool down protocols, and shut down sequence, “I dunno,” he said absently, “I think its nice. The humans all turn nostalgic and are kind for once, and the songs are heart warming.”
Thad turned to look at him, “Is this your first Christmas?” he asked, bright eyes analyzing Sky in a way he chose to ignore - he’d been analyzed enough times like that to know something very, very good, but very, very involved was about to happen to him.
“Maybe,” he responded cautiously, “I didn’t used to spend this much time on Earth, and this time of year is also the annual rager on Bazalvaeda - which you know I never miss.”
Thad was quiet, while Sky got the ship into docking mode and did his sweep of the deck for any particularly human-unfriendly devices that might tempt a bored cleaning crew. He found it to be a nice touch that the spaceport had a cleaning crew come through each ship that docked, but a little bit of overboard - a trait that seemed to be particularly human, the more he got to know them.
“Maybe,” Thad finally started, giving voice to the thoughts that had kept him quiet the whole time Sky had been docking and disembarking their ship, “You should skip Bazalvaeda this year.”
Sky lifted an eyebrow, pausing at the snowman to turn to look at his boyfriend, “And why would I do that?”
Thad smiled, and shimmied his way into Sky’s arms, “Because I think you’d have fun celebrating Christmas with us at the Tower.”
“You celebrate Christmas?”
“Well, no,” Thad admitted, “but its still fun to watch Jasper make Beckett put up garlands, and to see the far too large tree Thor drags in for them all to decorate.”
Sky frowned, tightening his arms around Thad’s shoulders, and pretended to think about it, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to delay Bazalvaeda - it is a month long event, anyway. I just have one question.”
Thad nodded, and Sky grinned, “What the fuck is the tree for?”
