ever marching as to war

It was the absolute last thing on my mind until I came back from the morning routine of running, hitting up the Compound for breakfast, a shower, and checking in at the council office to find Bucky hanging a banner.

I didn't even put up a pretense of objecting. It's so rare to see Bucky looking at ease or anything vaguely resembling happy that even if it wasn't tradition, with us, to consider birthdays excessively important, I wouldn't have had the heart to nay-say it.

It's nice, for a day, for the primary concern to be whether or not the goats Thor set up to cook will perturb anyone. They haven't so far. And the music is great, so all in all, Bucky made the right call.