Eyeing Tony, Phil chuckles lightly. He'll file that flinch away for later. "It's not a SHIELD party until Fury's doing keg stands and Hill's removed her wig."

He smiles. "I'm your Santa and tasked with getting you something, I decided that you already had enough. You get a lump of coal." The humor in his voice is clear and light.

"But then I remembered that you're alright every three Tuesdays." He holds out the neatly wrapped box with the kitchen chemistry set he found in it. He knows it's a silly present, but the options here are silly and someone else's clothes. "Merry Christmas, Stark."