AN: Well, this is my Christmas/Holiday fic, jam packed with some fluff, angst and humor. Plus it's a crossover, I first thought it was going to be an Avengers stand alone, but I just had to include the Sherlock characters in it.

Loki is brought into court after the New York attack. Sherlock is a victim of the attack and pleads the U.S court to either send him back to Asgard with Thor, or back to the NY jail. It ends with Loki in house arrest. Sherlock is frustrated. Tony tries to spread holiday cheer and give Loki the best Christmas ever. Special appearances: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Greg Lestrade, Molly, Wanda, Pietro, Spidey, Bucky and Vision. This is sort of an AU. Like I said, fluff, angst, and humor! :)

Civil War, Ultron, and The Winter Soldier never happened, yet characters within owe stories exist. Consider it an AU

Plus Santa!Clint lmao.

I plan to end the story on Christmas Day or the 26th. This is based off the song Hollywood girl by Drake Bell and Underneath the tree by Kelly Clarkson. Idkw but those two songs gave me ideas for this story. While listening to Hollywood Girl I just imagined the Avengers chilling in New York during Christmas time :). Hope you guys like it! ~Moonmilk

November 28 4:30 PM

The shackles made his wrists burn, almost to the point where he could swear he saw a slit of blood against pale skin.

He passed two men who practically looked the same, strangely. Their eyes covered by dark sun glasses, their light brown hair combed and shaved perfectly.

The room made him wince, it was bright, nothing like his cell, clean shiny wood surrounded him, along with well dressed individuals, in each nook and cranny of the room. A man sat in a tall chair, enrobed with black and a white collar. His face, stern and slightly wrinkled, a younger man, possibly late 40's was next to him. He was in a tight blue suit with a medallion that couldn't be made out. He stood with his hands behind his back, jaw clenched, his hair too was cut like the lookalikes.

The men controlling him commanded him to stop at the also wooden gate. The chains stopped jingling and all was silent for a moment. The older fellow sighed and spoke up, his voice was stern, slightly aggressive.

"Loki," He cleared his voice. "Laufeyson, please follow these rules accordingly."

No one talked. All eyes were on the criminal like an owl on a mouse. Loki kept his eye on the robed man as the lookalikes opened the small gate, giving him more space to move forward.

The man who was next to him held out a bible. Loki cocked a brow, the man shifted his eyes to the book then to him, then to the men controlling his chains. They were quickly removed, the 'general' man set his left hand on the hard cover book and then quickly grabbed his right, pushing it up.

The God of lies said his promises and the shackles were then put back into place. Back against the gate, facing the man again.

The male in black said a few words Loki couldn't make out, he was staring at his feet, leaning some what to the right. There was a cracking noise, the man took his small mallet and the court was in session.

"So, Mr Laufeyson, some...individuals wish to condemn you back to your own...little kingdom, you're home. Yet some wish for you to stay here."

"It's not my home,"

"Pardon." The judge leaned in his chair.

"It's not my home!" Loki's cries caused some of the party members to jump in their chairs. Murmurs followed. Loki sighed and looked down at his shoes again, inhaling.

"Laufeyson we see you have a strong, hateful connection with your...Asgard. We all know why, and we wish to not bring it up but...your brother longs for your return, and he states that your living arrangement must be present in their dungeons."

More murmurs.

Loki's eyes fluttered slightly. He leaned against the small wooden gate and glared at the judge. "If you THINK I will be seeing that oaf again you are wrong, if you think I am staying in your putrid dungeons your are exceedingly WRONG!" His chains shook.

The judge sighed at the unexceptional behavior of the suspect. "Two choices, you will go by two choices."

"This is a game." Loki shook his head and frowned. "A silly game that tries to traumatize Asgardians and Midgardians alike, you will not fool me into stepping into your dingy cells, or into Thor's. I am a king, I am your ruler you will coward down beneath me!"

A light blue flashed near his torso. Several gasps erupted as Loki fell to the ground, groaning in pain. The men then helped the man up, one pocketed his taser.

"This is New York's game," The judge shook his head.

"Sir," The man next to him sneered. The judge moved forward and let him cup his ear and whisper. He lifted his head and noticed a figure making his way into the court room. "He's...arrived." It was a little to late for him to say.

Loki didn't turn, but he heard light footsteps behind him. The figure drew closer, reached Loki's backside then took a left, standing next to a glass desk. "Sorry about that. Clients stop me, petty Americans." Muttered the man.

Loki watched him talk and stand perfectly still. His dark hair seemed to stand out around the mahogany wood. Perfect curls. His cold aqua eyes, piercing each individual he looks at.

"Ah, yes Mr Sherlock Holmes, we have just started, please." The judge motioned Holmes to sit, he did so. "Dr Watson-,"

"Lost in the crowd, touristy man, didn't know that, I'll take over this case he only writes the blogs. I'll take notes and hand them over to him in the end." Sherlock grinned which made the judge and his coworker scoff with amusement.

"Please, uh, go on, you have your spotlight."

"So, this is a prestigious case on wether we send this man home or keep him here?" Sherlock turned his body stiffly to Loki and held up his hand. "Hello by the way, Sherlock Holmes counseling detective."

"We would love to hear your honest opinion, Mr Holmes. Y-you've said you've been a whiteness to the New York attack?"

Sherlock drew in a breath. "Oh a while ago yes, solving a case. In the end his wife killed him, fascinating case really." He slowed down, eyes still on Loki. "I managed to fight one of your gargoyles off, John and I went into subway areas, we were safe from there. Watson wanted to help, I had to hold him back. War instinct."

"Yes, well Mr Holmes we would like your honest opinion, home, or here?"

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but only a hum escaped his lips. "I would love to hear his opinion."

"But, Holmes I'm-,"

"Quiet." Sherlock held his palm up, then lowered it down and whispered, eyes till on the asgardian. "Thank you."

Loki blinked several times, brows slowly raised once Sherlock began.

"You're scared." He scoffed. "You wished for the world to feel this way but now the jokes on you. You're frightened. Blood blotches are on your wrists, attempt escape gentlemen?" The guards next to Loki nodded. Sherlock smirked and continued. "Your...er..garments are cleaned well, yet you seem so discouraged in this room. Did they teach you about the American court of law?" Loki didn't answer, brows slowly coming together. "Hm, pompous. I can also see you don't have a choice. 'Home' was mentioned, wrist turned, more slivers of blood poured. I know your story, quite intriguing really, but your movements are evidently more entertaining. You. Choose. Nothing."

Sherlock tilted his head, waiting for a response, a gasp, a lunge which would likely lead to another excruciatingly more painful shock. The man has suffered enough pain through physical contact, but not with words. Loki said nothing, it was like his lips were sewn by an investable thread. The thread of surprise?

One thing Sherlock deduced was that he was not like the others. Not like any other criminal he watched in a court scene. Sherlock wanted to tell Loki that he had no other choice, this man did this terrible act and he had to choose a jailhouse no matter what.

"I have a suggestion."

Sherlock shuddered at the voice and turned slowly, people clapped quietly as billionaire Tony Stark rose form the party.

"Mr Stark we," The judge was cut off a second time by a second genius.

"Good seeing you Judge Franklin, kids doing well? Give them a greeting from moi. Now um, where was I? Oh yes." Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat in his chair, looking at the clean shiny desk, fiddling his thumbs. "I have talked to Thor, he doesn't seem so hot about the idea of his little bro being tortured and mattered in cuts and blood. And let's not forget the food." Tony looked over at Loki and scrunched his face. "Trust me, it's not like your princely cuisine back at Thor-land."

"If it's a proposition of punishment I assure you should get on with it."

Tony laughed at Sherlock's sneer. "I've heard of you, big fan really. Yeah I will get to the statement. Big brother Thor wants his sibling back, he believes he can possibly change him. Bring back the old reindeer games."

"And you believe this, this god will keep your trust?" Judge Franklin stuttered. "He would treat his brother fairly, put him to work and heal the trouble inside him?"

"Of course,"

Sherlock pursed his lips, he slipped out his phone and scrolled through his contacts slowly.

To John

He's chosen plan C -SH

John: Read at 4:55 PM

...

The case for Loki went on for hours, and the god hardly spoke. Possibly a few words like yes and no, or some high word that probably came from Shakespearean language, according to Sherlock.

Tony suggested house arrest, and if Loki proves he's worthy of being a good citizen. He will return to Asgard and be under Thor's command.

Sherlock was not ok with this. He argued against the most famous Avenger, giving him slight deductions about his life, which he thought would surely trigger the man of iron. Negatory.

Judge Franklin decided that Loki would be staying in Stark tower under supervision by Thor and the rest of the team. It was over, and Loki only blinked.

The two guards pushed him through the halls again. Loki kept a blank face as he was escorted straight to the tower. In the court room lobby, he noticed Sherlock Holmes, digging his hands in his long coat, he took out his phone, dramatically typed, then back in, then out typing again.

The two shared a glance for a short second, but Loki turned away and gritted his teeth.

Sherlock sighed once Loki was out of the building, letting all of his emotions out, sort of. It was raining during the court meeting, but it looked like the light was on Loki's side today. The sun hissed at Sherlock's skin as he stepped out of the room and into the wet, glossy streets of New York.

John Watson didn't respond yet. What was he doing? Sherlock grumbled as his black shoes splattered in tiny puddles, the sun behind him now.

Then he felt something hard, the color grey. He jumped back and stared at the mate who was in his way.

"Oh, gosh my bad,"

Steve Rogers stepped closer to Sherlock. "So you're the detective in the case? I'm sorry the attack effected you. I'm St-."

"I know who you are," Sherlock blurted.

"And I know you. I've got to say I enjoyed your Study In Pink case. Your guys' blog is great."

Sherlock squinted at Rogers and shoved his hands in his black coat, playing with the phone inside, urgently waiting for a response from John. "Well, thank you for your kind words but I must not be dilly dallying, and you shouldn't either."

"What makes you say that?"

Sherlock pursed his lip and looked at Steve's clothing. Small coffee stain on the right side, symbolizing stress? No, hurry. He wanted to see someone. And Sherlock concluded that the individual is Stark, he wanted to plan something. Loki is staying with them for the past few months after all, of course he is worried and stressed. Sherlock continued to take mental notes as Steve stared at the detective, confused yet amused.

"You're on your way to see Stark himself." Sherlock concluded sharply.

"Well, you are correct. Now, why are you in a hurry?"

"Because my blasted war veteran won't answer my texts." Sherlock half grumbled half smiled.

"Are all-,"

"No. Just you two."

"H-how did you-,"

"It's easy science Captain, your still vulnerable. And so is John, you two certainly aren't with the technology in this day in era." Sherlock twirled his phone in his hands, his slender fingers skipped and the phone dropped to the ground, thankfully not cracked.

"Yeah, and you certainly aren't with the coordination,"

"Hey Steve, catch!" Rogers heard Tony's calls and saw a heavy folder full of files heading straight at him. He caught the papers and smirked at Sherlock. "Have a nice stay in Brooklyn."

Sherlock furrowed his brow and watched Captain America and Iron-man take off in a limousine.

...

"They did what?!"

"Plan C! Plan C John."

John sighed and pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. He rubbed it. "God, Sherlock. And your confrontation with the Captain?!"

"Too gullible."

"You just can't disrespect other like that!"

"What he's boring, you've seen me treat boring people...like...they should be treated, why shouldn't I?"

"Because he's been put through hell Sherlock, the story has been in the news for a year now, and it's sort of been taken over by this court story for now."

"House arrest, happy day! Just in time for Christmas."

John pursed his lips. Sherlock was silent for a moment and shoved his hands in his beige pants.

"So, your a fan?"

"I am not."

"Sure you are," Sherlock reached in John's pocket and pulled out collectible mints.

"I was thinking I could share a few words with him and at least have him sign."

Sherlock shook his head and wandered to the small hotel waste basket. "Too late."

...

"I can take care of this," Stark muttered to the guards. They let Loki go finally and Stark escorted him to the main living room. "Here you go Frosted Flakes, home sweet home."

Loki was silent, he didn't look up or gleam at the sight of Stark tower, just his shoes. Stark tipped the guards and they quickly made their way out of the tower.

Tony felt awkward after that, Loki wouldn't speak. What would he have to do to open that deceitful mouth? Put on a show and dance? Surround him with his legions? Tony did a low whistle to break the ice, nothing out of the asgardian. Until a certain someone came rushing to him.

"Brother! Brother I missed you so, I swear brother at the bottom of my heart I will make this stay enjoyable! I know you will love this midgardian castle and kingdom!" Thor squeezed his brother and shook him a little.

Loki grunted and pushed his brother away. "What? Brother do not quarrel with me, come we shall change your garments. They will give you attires similar to mine!" Loki looked down at his brothers clothes. Jeans, a bright red v neck. He didn't notice until now Thor was wearing socks.

"Your fashion wardrobe is filled. Don't worry you won't look like a freak, promise." Stark cooed.

Loki grunted and Thor guided him to their room. It was small and the beds were cramped. In the back there was a closet and to their left was the bathroom.

"You may change your garments if you wish, the weather in this part of Midgard is getting colder day by day, stay warm." Thor then left the room and left his brother to change.

Loki picked up a long sleeve green v neck and skinny black pants.

...

"My friends you don't know how content I feel, it's wonderful that you let my brother stay in your palace, thank you all."

"Of course man!" Tony shoved a spoonful of mac and cheese casserole in his mouth. "I just hope you will be able to keep him from doing...his things. His dastardly things I mean. If he wants to read, sure, let him read. He looks like a knitting guy, you think I should stop by the fabric store, he could knit us some sweaters just in time for the holiday?"

"Slow down, Tony." Natasha picked at her food slightly, before taking a small bit. "Christmas doesn't happen for another month."

Thor didn't understand the term holiday. Now that he thought about it, The Avengers have been using the term holiday for quite some time now. "Holiday? I-I don't understand."

Tony swallowed a groan. Natasha put her fork down and rested her hands on her cheeks. "I'll teach you later Thor."

"Speaking of holidays, what will we be doing?" Clint pipped. Which made Thor even more confused.

"Oh I have a lot of things planned." Tony rubbed his hands together and chuckled. "My plan is to give frosty the best Christmas. We can't leave Rudolph out of the reindeer games."

After Stark finished his sentence, Loki stepped in with his earthly attire. Sounds came out of Tony's nose as he rested his head on the table.

Clint rested back in his chair. "Welcome to the family!"