[for Various] Steve Rogers' Birthday

[onlyapassenger]

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!]

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[havenoplans]

Thor cannot even remember the date of his own birth, it happened so long ago, but he appreciates that mortals find comfort in keeping track of such things. He has provided much of the meat for the day's gathering, though he is particularly proud of the goats; they were a good find, plump and juicy, and he has already finished his third serving by the time he ventures in search of more drink.

He fills a heaping glass of some Midgardian spirits and lifts his glass in a toast, declaring to the nearest person, "To our friend!"

[un_gloved]

She couldn't imagine anyone not responding enthusiastically to Thor's general exuberance, and Rogue lifted her bottle of beer in return.

"Here's to Cap."

[havenoplans]

Thor smiles before downing the entirety of his own drink, placing down his glass with a dull thunk on the nearest hard surface.

"How are you, Rogue?"

[un_gloved]

"Oh, gettin' by all right," she replied, grinning a little back. It was always kind of a kick, watching Thor drink.

"Enjoyin' things gettin' back to normal, or at least slowin' down some. How 'bout you?"

[havenoplans]

"Aye," Thor agrees, much as it pains him to admit it. "As good as it was to do battle once more, this mortal body needs rest."