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onlyapassenger) wrote2013-07-04 03:40 pm
onlyapassenger) wrote2013-07-04 03:40 pm
[for Various] Steve Rogers' Birthday
Memorial Day had passed by with little more than a couple of a beers and a five minute conversation, but Bucky'll be damned if he lets Steve's birthday go the same way. Even during the darkest days of the War, birthdays were always given the special treatment; hell, Toro once blew their cover making sure Bucky had a good one. The gruelling grind of the past couple of months is still fresh in body and mind, but in the simple preparation for the day's get-together, Bucky's found some semblance of peace.
He's not much of a party animal -- he's not even much of a planner -- but things fall into place easily enough. They set up in and around Steve's place, that nice bar of his getting some use for once. There are a couple of goats spinning on a spit outside, courtesy of Thor, and a more traditional grill manned by Bucky himself. Platters of cheeses and fruits and vegetables line a table covered in a red, white and blue tablecloth, and there's more than enough flag-themed birthday cake to go around (strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream make up the familiar stars and stripes, doubling as both food and decoration). Music from Steve's youth plays in the background out of borrowed speakers, and in lieu of streamers, there's a banner that stretches over the front door of his house that reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLD MAN.
It's not a lot, but it's something.
[Open to Marvels, significant others/close friends of Marvels, and any assorted friends of Steve. This post will be linked to the main community on July 4th. Slated post here. ST/LT welcome!]
He's not much of a party animal -- he's not even much of a planner -- but things fall into place easily enough. They set up in and around Steve's place, that nice bar of his getting some use for once. There are a couple of goats spinning on a spit outside, courtesy of Thor, and a more traditional grill manned by Bucky himself. Platters of cheeses and fruits and vegetables line a table covered in a red, white and blue tablecloth, and there's more than enough flag-themed birthday cake to go around (strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream make up the familiar stars and stripes, doubling as both food and decoration). Music from Steve's youth plays in the background out of borrowed speakers, and in lieu of streamers, there's a banner that stretches over the front door of his house that reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLD MAN.
It's not a lot, but it's something.
[Open to Marvels, significant others/close friends of Marvels, and any assorted friends of Steve. This post will be linked to the main community on July 4th. Slated post here. ST/LT welcome!]
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"She, uh - well, we - " He's not really sure how to explain it - there's no denying it, at least, because he's fully aware now that their behavior at the party probably raised a couple eyebrows, and that's not even counting what happened after they left - and now he's really hoping that no one managed to get an eyeful of that.
"It happened," he admits, with a small shrug. Maybe if he tries to downplay it, it won't be that bad.
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Sasquatch and Hulk doing magic tricks gives a whole new meaning to doing the beast with two backs.
"So is that a regular thing, are you, uh-- You know. Going steady? Didja give her your class ring?"
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"Well - " He lifts a hand to rub fingers against his temple, as if trying to press back the beginnings of a headache. Maybe this is the beginning of a headache.
"It's nothing that - no. There was no ring involved," he adds, grimacing before he takes a small sip from his drink.
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Then he takes another small, very measured sip from the cup in his hand.
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