[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

[wingedman]

[Well, he's definitely not mentioning anything about talking to birds now. Or introducing him to Jareth, which is clearly Tony's loss.]

Yeah, yeah, everyone's always gotta make bird jokes.

[A good-natured eyeroll.]

Everyone from the other world goes by their codenames constantly, do you know how many times I've had to ask people to call me Sam instead of Falcon?

[buildsomething]

[Tony gives him a long, dry look, and then just waves a hand to encompass all of Sam, including the wingspan. The man has wings and calls himself Falcon. What else is he supposed to do?]

Do they? [It's vaguely curious. None of them have done the codename thing with him.] Haven't heard it. They do keep threatening me with nicknames, though.

[wingedman]

[It's not that he really calls himself that; it was the code name for the EXO-7 project (as Tony knows well) and the moniker just kind of...attached itself to him. Sam would have come up with- okay, he doesn't know what kind of name he would have come up with.]

Well, I mean, there are three of you. Gotta tell all of you apart somehow.

[buildsomething]

You know, I noticed that. [He's also noticed that he has a good decade on both of them. He's really not looking forward to whatever nickname he winds up saddled with.]

There's two Caps, too. Go figure.

[wingedman]

And two Buckys, two Stephens - I didn't even know he existed in our world till he showed up here - and two Lokis.

[Sam's been here for months, he knows about everyone.

(Or so he thinks. He still doesn't have any idea about the Guardians of the Galaxy.)]

[buildsomething]

[Tony's expression twists just slightly at the first name on the list, but they're actually having a perfectly civil conversation, so he's just going to go with it.]

Probably more of all of us than any one place needs.

[wingedman]

[Yeah, yeah, he knows. Look, Sam's just stating the facts here.]

Yeah, tell me about it. I actually got almost all of us into a room for a potluck dinner a few months ago. Even got my security deposit back, which is the real miracle.

[buildsomething]

[He schools his face into something like exaggerated surprise. They're just not going to dwell.]

As the person who's been feeding most of them for a while, let me congratulate your wallet, too.

[wingedman]

Trust me, I did everything in my power to get other people to buy as much food - plus the other Steve and Bucky went hunting outside the perimeter for the meat.

Although it turns out that when you invite a ton of people who can't cook to a potluck, they all just complain and ask if they can bring booze instead of, like, going to the store and buying something that's already made.

[Sam just rolls his eyes. Avengers, honestly. And you'd be surprised at how good he and Wanda are at making a dollar stretch when it comes to preparing food.]

[buildsomething]

That's why I don't bother. [Well that and it's usually easier for him just to supply everything. But there were reasons why Stark Industries generally did catering rather than potlucks.]

But you got everyone into a room and no one killed each other? I'm impressed.

[wingedman]

Loki - the younger one - was even there. He made some damn good salmon, actually. Guy's a good cook.

[Yes, he's casually talking about Loki.]

[buildsomething]

[Tony's eyebrows lift slightly, though whether it's at the idea of Loki cooking or Sam's blase recounting is hard to tell.]

I'll remember that. Just don't ask me to try. [He can acknowledge his own failings there.]