[OPEN] apple pie is officially banned from this party, aka Steve Rogers' birthday

[anotheroldsoldier]

who: ANYONE
what: 616 Bucky, Peggy, and 616 Tony throw a birthday party for Steve.
when: July 4th, afternoon into the evening
where: A nice park
warnings: Birthday fun. :v


Steve Rogers, former (and still) Captain America, was born on the Fourth. It was pretty much fated. That said, he deserves a party that has nothing to do with Independence Day, and that's what Bucky, Tony, and Peggy set out to do. They rented a nice little park with some good open, grassy space perfect for a pick-up game of football (American, of course). On one end of the park, in the relative shade of a couple of large trees, they've set up two long tables - one for food, and one to deposit presents for the birthday boy on. The picnic tables already in the park have nice blue tablecloths to eat on. A banner hung between the trees proclaims, "Happy Birthday, Steve!", in blue letters on white.

The decor tries to stay away from Fourth of July colors - there isn't a speck of red, just shades of blue and white, and it's all very put-together and classy looking (thank you, Peggy and Tony). It's the sort of party they thought Steve would want, outdoorsy and casual, just a gathering of friends and whoever else wants to come by to wish the birthday boy a happy one.

Invites
Invitations have mostly been word of mouth and texts sent to people Steve is friends with, nothing too fancy. They just say to drop by and wish Steve a happy birthday, have some food, and spend some time hanging out; Rogers wouldn't want anything fancy anyway. That said, they won't turn anybody away from the barbecue if someone decides to just crash the party, as long the behavior stays respectful.

Food
The food is mostly standard American barbecue fare. Two large grills have been set up near the tables and someone (often Bucky) is usually cooking on them - an array of burgers, hot dogs, steaks, even some ribs and chicken. Side dishes are laid out on the food table, the usual simple things. Here and around the picnic tables are a good place to mingle; there's plenty of food for everyone, and metal tubs full of ice and bottled soft drinks. There isn't much alcohol present at this party, though, just one of the tubs set aside with beers in it.

There's also a massive cake for Steve, with close to a hundred candles dotting its layers - Bucky's idea, payback for the time he couldn't see his own cake for all the candles.

Tossin' the Old Pigskin
They're all (mostly) adults here, so there aren't 'party games' necessarily, but there are a couple of footballs and some frisbees in the grass for anyone who wants to play a game in the lush field. Just be careful if the heavy hitters decide to arrange a game, it could get pretty out of hand.

Comments

[stevegrogers]

[ Counseling. His nose crinkled a little, if only because he knew he should have talked to someone a long time ago. But not dealing with it all seemed to be working just fine, for the most part. ]

I joined the Perimeter Guard but that's probably not a really big surprise. [ He gave a slight shrug to his shoulder. ] But I can't imagine you not fitting in somewhere.

[wingedman]

[Sam just gives Steve a Look. It's a talk they've had before, and it's probably one they're scheduled to have again soon. Especially once he finds out what happens in the very near future back home.]

As opposed to you, you mean?

[Maybe a little pointed, and maybe not something he should get into on Steve's birthday, but Sam can't resist.]

[stevegrogers]

[ The biggest possible sigh. Sam, why. There were plenty of things he just didn't deal with but in his defense he never had the time to. There were always battles to fight, things to plan and just plan avoidance to embrace like an old friend. It left very little time for finding himself.

Outside of Captain America, he really didn't know. ]

I'm pretty sure it is illegal to psychoanalyze a person on their birthday, Wilson. I think you need more pie.

[wingedman]

Fine, fine. [Sam holds up his hands in surrender.] Although I don't know why everyone thinks I'm always psychoanalyzing them. If I did that, then y'all would be getting billed regularly, trust me.

[He just wants to get Steve to talk about his problems. But his birthday probably isn't the best time, it's true.]

[stevegrogers]

Oh, you charge us alright. [ With a smirk playing at his lips, he moved back over to the table with all the food to grab for another hot dog. ]

You really should worry less, Sam. Take in the sights, take a load off, eat some hot dogs.

[ Diversion techniques at the ready! Steve had plenty of them and they tended to work rather well for him. ]

[wingedman]

Steve, you couldn't afford me.

[There's a wry grin on his lips at that. Of course he could; they both know that. It's just banter.]

I'm not sure there are enough hot dogs on this moon to feed all the super-soldiers and Asgardians here. I'll pass, thanks. Leave some of the meat for the people who need it.

[stevegrogers]

[ A fond look filled his face and he reached out to squeeze Sam's shoulder. ]

You are really priceless, Sam, never forget that. [ There were so many times he wouldn't have made it through without Sam and he always wanted him to know how much he meant to him. ]

Well, enough with the food anyway. You owe me a dance, Wilson. Birthday tradition.

[wingedman]

Birthday tradition? Really?

[He gives him a skeptical look.]

You know anything newer than the Charleston?

[stevegrogers]

[ At least, this would distract Sam from the other things and prove the whole 'fine thing' all at the same time. A complete win on all accounts. ]

It is. Would I lie about tradition? [ He gave Sam a look, grinning widely. ] Lucky for you, I figured out how to work that youtubing place. I know the hip moves. [ Calling them 'hip' probably completely discredited the cool factor. ]

[wingedman]

[It really wouldn't, but Sam was willing to let the matter drop for now.]

Uh-huh. So now you're gonna break out in Gangnam Style, is that it? [Sam just sighs. Yes, Steve, he knows you know how to use the internet.]

[stevegrogers]

[ distract and deflect for the rest of time, thank you very much. ]

That's not real dancing. What do you take me for, Wilson?

[wingedman]

A guy from the 1940s who learned to dance from Youtube?

[Look, it's still better than twerking.]

[stevegrogers]

[ the smile continued to rest of his face. ]

I've always been a more hands on learner.

[wingedman]

That's the kind of flirting you're supposed to save for after the dancing, Steve.

[Which Sam is very Not Thinking About because Peggy would probably shoot him he's heard the stories.]

Fine, Rogers, show me how you dance.

[stevegrogers]

[ While things started off playful, they seemed to take a turn rather quickly. ]

Well, now it feels too pressured, Sam.

[wingedman]

[Sam just looks a little skeptical.]

You're the one who wanted to dance. I'm just here to get my feet stepped on.

[stevegrogers]

[ with a shake of his head, he pulled at sam to bring him close and move their bodies slowly together. one of his hands sliding gently up and down sam's back. take that for doubting him. ]