Okay, so this is new. Not that I haven't chilled out with Avengers before, but most of the time they were either my age or, like, Clint. Today, though, I've apparently scored a personal invite to Captain America's birthday. That's a thing that's happening.

Barbecue means casual, so I find a halter sundress for the party, white with mini purple polkadots and a flared skirt. I keep the shoes simple, just a pair of magenta ballet flats, and pull my hair back into a messy fishtail braid, wearing it over my shoulder. I look nice, respectable without being dressed to the nines, and I try to act like I belong here, filling my plate with fruits and veggies and steering clear of anything greasy that might stain.