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Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] 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!]
learnfromthem: ([ks] subdued over the shoulder)

[personal profile] learnfromthem 2013-07-05 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
I've only been here a handful of months, and the idea of being stuck here for years freaks me out a little. There are enough familiar faces milling around to keep from getting homesick, but I'm just starting my life, you know? Not that I had a great of idea of what I wanted to do when I grew up anyway, but where am I supposed to go here? What am I supposed to be?

"Seems pretty long to me," I reply. "So, uh, what's your connection, here, anyway? Friends with Cap? Just feeling patriotic?"

She definitely doesn't look like the Jessica Drew I know.
notaparker: ([pb] Soooooo about that)

[personal profile] notaparker 2013-07-11 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um, patriotism," I say, "definitely that one, I don't really... know the guy. I mean I know a few people, I'm from one of those universes which is sort of like everyone else's except for the places where it really isn't."
learnfromthem: ([ks] okay seriously?)

[personal profile] learnfromthem 2013-07-12 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sort of... acquaintances? With a Jessica Drew back home," I say, shrugging a little. "She's kinda dating the guy moonlighting as my boss." I lift my hand a couple inches over my head. "She's also British and, like, half a foot taller than you. Weird, right?"