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Hi, happy Shared Birthday Month, cause it's my birthday month as well!! Can I please prompt you a WinterIron, where Bucky and/or winter soldier is a science nerd and a massive Tony Stark stan? Happy with setting in any era, any rating 😄 Thank you! You are amazing and I love your stuff!

Happy late birthday! Sorry it took me a bit to get to this prompt but here is a cute no-powers au, featuring some minor Natasha/Steve and some science from a paper my lab group read in group meeting yesterday (check the ao3 story for the paper citation). Sorry I didn't come up with something more original for the science but this was on my mind.

As always, everything I write is also on ao3.

“Okay, Steve, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me—for us,” Bucky quickly corrects when Steve shoots him an amused look. “So what are we going to do?”

“We’re going to sit quietly in the audience,” Steve says.

“And what are we not going to do?”

“Shout that our best friend would like to bang Tony Stark like a screen door in a hurricane,” Steve dutifully repeats what Bucky has been telling him for the whole drive to the studio. He gives Bucky a sly smile. “Even if it’s true.”

Bucky swats his skinny arm lightly, enough to sting but not so hard that it’ll bruise Steve’s arm, which bruises like a peach. He still can’t believe he managed to win the tickets to watch the live taping of the one hundredth episode of Tony Stark’s show, It’s Only Science If You Write It Down. He’s been following the show since its first episode five years ago. Growing up, Tony Stark was to him what Britney Spears was to other kids. Stark was always in the news for his innovative inventions for his father’s company. Everyone had thought he would take over SI after his parents’ deaths, but instead he’d handed the company over to Pepper Potts, a then-unknown young woman working in SI’s financial department. Stark still held the majority of shares in the company but he’d turned his focus to becoming the next Bill Nye, along with his best friend. Bucky had stumbled across one of the articles about him when he was young and immediately developed one heck of a crush on him that hadn’t at all disappeared with age.

And now he’s here, attending the first ever live taping of Stark’s show.

It’d be a dream come true if only Steve wasn’t the one attending with him. Don’t get him wrong, Stevie’s great, but he’s also convinced Bucky needs to date more often and he’s very… enthusiastic about making sure that everyone they meet that Bucky thinks is even the slightest bit cute knows that.

Stark is the crush to end all crushes. He knows that Steve knows it. He also knows what Steve is like, and he thinks he’ll die of shame if Steve feels the need to let Stark know it too.

“You have your inhaler, right?” he asks as the line creeps forward.

“Yes, mother,” Steve sighs, patting his pocket. “And an EpiPen in the other pocket and my meds in my wallet.”

They’re reminded to keep their phones firmly in their pockets by the surly security guard—incongruously named Happy, according to the badge he’s wearing—at the front door and then ushered inside the studio, only to be stopped by a young woman with a clipboard as they’re climbing the risers.

“Hi,” she says with a sphinxlike smile that makes Bucky want to check that his wallet is still in his pocket. “Which one of you is Bucky Barnes?”

“Uh, that would be me,” he says, raising his hand slightly.

Her eyes catch on the silver sheen of his prosthetic. They don’t register anything other than idle curiosity, but Bucky still awkwardly tucks the arm away. It’s been almost ten years since the accident, but he’s still not used to the looks he gets when people see it.

“I’m Natasha,” she says. “Mr. Stark’s personal assistant. JARVIS noticed you when you entered the studio. Mr. Stark wanted me to inform you both that there’s been a change to the contest winnings.”

Dread starts to pool in Bucky’s stomach but it doesn’t have long to settle before her smile gentles and she adds, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. He just wanted to invite the two of you backstage after the show is over.”

Bucky’s mouth drops open. Steve reaches over to close it and asks, “Why?”

To Bucky’s surprise, Natasha gives Steve a clear onceover, seemingly pleased by what she sees. “Mr. Stark wouldn’t like me to give away his secrets, but I’d imagine it has something to do with the way he spilled his coffee all over his front when he saw your friend’s picture.”

“Really?” Steve asks skeptically. “A notorious playboy tripping all over himself for this yahoo here?”

Natasha laughs, hard enough that Bucky mutters, “It wasn’t that funny.”

Once she’s calmed down, Natasha says, “He’s not as bad as you think. A lot of it is just reputation. And yes, as soon as he got a look at him, he was demanding I figure out a way to get him backstage.”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Steve demands, taking an indignant stance.

Natasha hums, eyes going dark. “Oh no, you got invited backstage because I wanted to meet you,” she purrs. “I’ll come find you boys later. Enjoy the show.”

She saunters off, putting just enough of a sway to her step that Bucky suspects if he were attracted to women, he’d be mesmerized. As it is, he’s the one who has to reach over to close Steve’s jaw this time.

They take their seats and a few minutes later, Tony Stark and James Rhodes walk on set. They’re quietly talking to each other as the crew bustles around them, makeup artists darting up to make sure their faces look perfect. Stark is dressed in a t-shirt that says Engineers do it on the test bench—which is a terrible joke really and shouldn’t make Bucky want to laugh as much as he does—and well-worn jeans that perfectly mold to the shape of his bubble butt. Rhodes could be dressed in a paper sack for all that Bucky notices him.

Steve leans over and whispers, “You sure that I can’t yell that you want to bang Tony Stark like a screen door in a hurricane? Natasha made it sound like he’d be open to it.”

“You do,” Bucky hisses back, “and I’ll tell Natasha you were looking at her rear when she walked away.”

Steve makes an indignant noise and sits back in his chair, sulkily crossing his arms.

“Quiet on set!” the director yells. “And… action!”

“Hi!” Tony Stark says, smiling right at the camera. “I’m Tony and this is Rhodey and you’re watching Disney Channe!”

“He’s kidding,” Rhodes says long-sufferingly. “You’re watching It’s Only Science If You Write It Down.”

Later, Bucky wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what the show had been about. He’d spent the entire show too entranced by Tony’s voice and charisma to pay any attention to the actual science, which is a bit of a shame. He really does like science—he wouldn’t be getting his PhD in physical chemistry if he didn’t—but he can’t tear his eyes away from Tony long enough to actually watch the experiment. It’s fine; he can always watch the show later when it’s released (and maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll have Tony to watch it with).

It seems like both an eternity and only a moment before the show wraps. Tony and Rhodes leave to thunderous applause, only coming back out for quick bows before disappearing backstage again. Bucky and Steve stay seated while the rest of the audience filters out slowly until Natasha comes to get them. She and Steve chat quietly as she leads them backstage but Bucky can only listen with half an ear; he’s too nervous about meeting his personal hero.

Rhodes is leaving the room Natasha leads them to. He breathes a sigh of relief when he spots the three of them. “Good, you’re here,” he says, specifically looking at Bucky. “Maybe you can calm him down. He’s been bouncing off the walls since he saw your picture.”

“Really?” Bucky squeaks. He clears his throat and tries again. “Really?”

“Really. He read all your papers last night—twice.”

“He has?”

Rhodes nods. “He really likes your piece on inelastic electron wave packet scattering.”

“Yeah? What did he—”

“You’ll have to ask him,” Rhodes interrupts. “I might be a rocket scientist but chemistry isn’t my preferred field of science. If you don’t mind, I’ve got a date to get to.”

He pushes the door open, letting them in, and leaves. Natasha slips through the door, followed immediately by Tony saying, “Where are—oh god, they left, didn’t they? I knew this was too much. Nat—”

“They’re right outside,” Natasha says smoothly. She opens the door further, revealing the two of them awkwardly standing there. Bucky’s gaze darts around a fairly nice dressing room before finally landing on Tony, who is blinking back at him with a wide-eyed, slightly stunned look.

“Hi,” he breathes out.

The corner of Tony’s mouth twitches up in the tiniest of smiles. “Hi.”

“Great, now that that’s out of the way, get out,” Natasha says, giving Tony a shove so that he stumbles out of the room, right into Bucky’s arms. She reaches out and grabs Steve, pulling him inside. “Don’t disturb me for the next hour.”

“Uh,” Steve begins, but he doesn’t actually look upset by this turn of events, so Bucky doesn’t worry—too much, anyway.

He does, however, turn to Tony and ask, “Is he going to be okay?”

“Oh yeah, he’s fine,” Tony says breezily. “Natasha’s just very direct.”

“Right.”

Now that it’s just the two of them alone in the hallway, it’s a little more awkward. Bucky opens his mouth twice to say something, only to shut it again as soon as he realizes his question is stupid. For his part, Tony shoves his hands deep into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his feet.

Then the sound of what is obviously Steve moaning floats through the door. Bucky cringes and jerks his thumb in the direction of the door. “We should—”

“Yep,” Tony agrees.

They get all the way back to the set before they stop. They look at each other for a beat before dissolving into giggles. “Oh my god,” Tony says, clutching his sides. “I knew she moved fast but—”

“Well, Steve doesn’t move fast at all,” Bucky says, “so you can see where I’m a bit lost.”

That sets Tony off into another round of laughter. Bucky is calming down a bit so he takes the moment to admire the way Tony laughs with his entire body. It takes Tony a moment to realizes he’s being stared at. When he does, his laugh tapers off as he gives Bucky a lingering look.

“I’m Tony,” he says eventually.

“Bucky.”

“Wow, that’s really unfortunate.”

“You’re not wrong,” Bucky agrees. “Blame Stevie for that one.”

“Childhood friends, huh?”

“Literally played naked together in the kiddie pool.”

Tony grins. “That sounds familiar.”

“You and Rhodes—”

“Oh no, but if you ever get the chance to meet Janet Van Dyne, remember to ask her about the time she thought she could make a living selling mud pies.”

Bucky takes a moment to marvel that this is his life now, that Tony thinks nothing of giving him dirt on the most prolific fashion designer of their generation. “So, uh, Rhodes told me you read my papers?”

Tony’s eyes light up, and, wow, he looks really pretty when he’s excited. “Yes!” he exclaims. “I want to hear your thoughts on the—uh—the time-dependent density functional theory model.”

“I’d love to,” Bucky says honestly. He bites his lip. “Maybe over coffee?”

A delighted smile spreads across Tony’s face. “I’d really like that.”

He holds out his hand for Bucky to take, which he does. Tony’s hand is small and warm, fitting perfectly against his. They stand there, smiling at each other like idiots, until the surly security guard pokes his head around the corner and asks, “Boss, do you need me to drive you?”

Tony jumps. He shoots Bucky a sheepish grin and then calls over his shoulder, “No, I think we can walk, Happy.”

“Are you sure? There’s—”

“It’s only two blocks.”

“Yeah, but—”

“You know what, Happy. You should go see if Natasha needs you to drive her somewhere. I think she’s got a date too.” While Happy is distracted, Tony tugs Bucky towards a side door he hadn’t noticed earlier. “Come on,” he mutters. “Before Natasha decides to kill me for sending Happy to interrupt her.”

“You could not antagonize her,” Bucky points out.

Tony shoots him a mischievous grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”

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mixed-verse · 5 years

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Season 2 Information

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“Here we go again…”

Welcome back to Mixedverse!

The previous server ended awhile back, but due to prolonged interest in the AU and people wanting to do more for it, we’ve rebooted it! It’s a bit different now, though.

When we began the last server, most people didn’t really understand how things worked or exactly what was happening. Our biggest misunderstanding was assuming that MV (Mirrorverse) characters were being brought into the NV (Normalverse) world, rather then them both being merged into a middle ground.

Although that is still our official lore for this AU, we decided for the RP server we would go along with it! So…

For our AU, it’s the opposite of that.

The characters from the NV world have been sucked into the MV world, while going about their business. All you have to do to get there is blink.

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The most important changes have been to the application and muse receiving processes.

Applications for the most part have stayed the same, however there’s a new concept called muse lock that we’re using.

There are short periods where muses are unlocked. You may claim characters, trade characters with other people, and whatever else you wish to do with them during this time. However..

When you are muse locked you may not claim any new characters or obtain new characters in anyway. The only thing that you can still do is drop muses, however they may not be replaced with a new one until the next time that muses are unlocked.

Well, what are the times that muses are unlocked? What does that mean for joining?

Sadly, another thing that we’re going to be including is that you can only join while muses are unlocked. However, we will be accepting applications at any time! They’ll just only be approved once new muses can be taken. This also gives us time to look over everything and make sure that everyone has a fair shot at getting the muses that they want.

We are currently accepting applications!

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Mixedverse AU Information

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“Two verses merge, they’re similar but the people that reside in them are.. very different. And no one knows who’s who.”

Welcome to the Mixedverse AU! It’s a Mirrorverse AU where MV characters and normal characters (Normalverse) have been introduced to a similar, middle-ground verse.

At first, they might not notice anything at first. Maybe they only run into people from the same verse at first- But then, they notice that one of their friends is actually COMPLETELY abnormal. Slowly but surely they’ll eventually realize that something is wrong.

This is a good opportunity to explore different types of relationships! As well as have a slightly over-arching plot over the entire story.

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Mirrorverse is an AU that was inspired by the Spookyfish episode of South Park, where a mirrored version of Stan, Kyle, and Cartman came into the world. It’s most commonly known where it was represented in a Kyman fanfic, as well as artwork from sleepyeule. You do not need to have read this fic.

The basic premise is that the characters are.. well, mirrored. That doesn’t mean they’re complete opposites, but some of their most important traits are removed. The best example of this is with Cartman. Mirrorverse Cartman has his general horrible and selfishness removed- Which leaves him kind, empathetic, but he’s still pretty gullible and manipulative like he is normally.

[Note; if anyone is shying away from taking an MV character because they either don’t know how a character would act or haven’t done it before- I suggest taking a muse you normally wouldn’t do since they’re going to be mirrored. As well as, ask for help if you’re having trouble at all.]

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Normalverse is a weird thing to call it, but it’s basically just the canon world! The characters are just as you know them, and there’s nothing too big to note.

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Rules

Rules for the Discord group!

1. Have common decency. I’d prefer not to have multiple rules just telling you to be a chill person and respect people. No harassment, bullying, shaming people, etc. Just be reasonable, you don’t have to get along with everyone or be completely unconditionally nice, obviously, but be civil!

2. If you’re uncomfortable, tell someone. This goes hand in hand with the first thing, but if you have drama going on with someone, if you’re being harassed, or if you have a problem with someone, tell a mod or the owner. They’re there for a reason: to help you!

3. Stay in character. Keep in character, there will be a bit more lee-way for Mirrorverse characters than for Normalverse characters since they’re up to interpretation. There will still be standards for them, though, and expectations for how they should act in a mirrored sense. Relationships shouldn’t be changed entirely and characters shouldn’t have sporadic personality changes.

4. Whatever’s in the show is okay. South Park uses slurs constantly, is generally inappropriate and gross, and if you’ve watched the show then you should expect this. I’m completely up for helping people feel more comfortable if they do have things that really upset them, but I’d like to make it clear that I want people to be comfortable using what’s been aired on public television.

5. Minors are allowed. We’re more selective when it comes to people that are underage, but we do allow them! There’s no NSFW allowed, and be aware that some of the people you might interact with could be under 18.

6. Roleplay etiquette. Basically, follow the basic, more well-known roleplaying rules. No god-modding, auto-hitting, mary sues, self-inserts, match post length, try to keep from really small posts if you’re doing literate RP.

7. IC =/= OOC. If a character says something mean to a character in a roleplay, that’s from a character to another character. It’s not to you personally, and those things should be entirely independent of each other.

8. Please be active. If you know you have issues with activity, which is perfectly fine, please inform someone and try to take a role that’s not going to require you to be there constantly. IE, someone playing Stan and only being here once a week could be a problem, but someone playing a character like Pip or a kinder would be completely acceptable.

9. No ship drama. Please, don’t force-ship, don’t shame people for certain ships, for liking things, for not liking things. Shipping is really subjective and some people are different. However, on that note, pedophilic and incestuous ships aren’t accepted in this server in any respect.

10. Characters can die. Muses can be seriously injured and even killed! If a muse is killed, they will never be brought back.

11. Joining? To join the Discord server, submit an application to this Tumblr using the application. If you know someone that’s already in the server, it’s generally easier to get in.

We are accepting applications at all times!

We will be approving applications and letting people join the server through July 1st - 4th 2019.

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Masterpost

A list of all characters, available and unavailable.

[There are separate lists for Mirrorverse and Normalverse, scroll past the Normalverse list for the Mirrorverse one.]

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Main boys:

Eric Cartman

Kyle Broflovski

Stan Marsh

Kenny McCormick

Butters Stotch

Craig’s group:

Craig Tucker

Clyde Donovan

Jimmy Valmer

Token Black

Tweek Tweak

Girls:

Annie Knitts

Bebe Stevens

Charlotte

Esther

Ferrari (Raisins Girl)

Heidi Turner

Jenny Simon

Jessica Rodriguez

Leslie Meyers

Lexus Martin (Raisins Girl)

Lisa Berger

Lola

Mercedes (Raisins Girl)

Millie Larsen

Monica Ryland

Nichole

Patty Nelson

Porsche (Raisins Girl)

Rebecca Cotswolds

Red

Sally Darson

Tammy Warner

Wendy Testaburger

Goths:

Firkle

Henrietta Biggle

Michael

Pete Thelman

Vamp Kids:

Allison Mertz

Annie Bartlett

Larry

Katie “Bloodrayne” Gelson

Mike “Vampir” Makowski

Ryan Ellis

Vladimir

Kindergardeners:

Carlos/Billy

Conner Davis

Dave Harrison

Filmore Anderson

Flora

Ike Broflovski

Jenny

Quaid

Sally Bands

Other kids:

Baahir Hassan Abdul Hakeem

Bill Allen

Blanket Jefferson

Bradley (Cartman Sucks)

Bradley Biggle

Bridon Gueermo

Chris Donnely

Christophe Delorne

Corey Lanskin

Damien Thorn

David Rodriguez

Dogpoo Petuski

Douchebag (Stick of Truth)

Dougie (General Disarray)

Douglas

Estella Havisham

Fosse McDonald

Gary Harrison

Gregory of Yardale

Herbert Pocket

Jessica Pinkerton

Josh Myers (TP Kid)

Karen McCormick

Kelly (Rainforest Schmainforest)

Kevin McCormick

Kevin Stoley

Kip Drordy

Kyle Schwartz

Larry Feegan

Loogie

Mark Cotswolds

Nathan

Pip Pirrup

Romper Stomper

Scott Malkinson

Scott Tenorman

Shelly Marsh

Terrance Mephesto

Thad Jarvis

Thomas (Le Petit Tourette)

Timmy Burch

Trent Boyett

Tricia “Ruby” Tucker

Yao

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Main boys:

Eric Cartman

Kyle Broflovski

Stan Marsh

Kenny McCormick

Butters Stotch

Craig’s group:

Craig Tucker

Clyde Donovan

Jimmy Valmer

Token Black

Tweek Tweak

Girls:

Annie Knitts

Bebe Stevens

Charlotte

Esther

Ferrari (Raisins Girl)

Heidi Turner

Jenny Simon

Jessica Rodriguez

Leslie Meyers

Lexus Martin (Raisins Girl)

Lisa Berger

Lola

Mercedes (Raisins Girl)

Millie Larsen

Monica Ryland

Nichole

Patty Nelson

Porsche (Raisins Girl)

Rebecca Cotswolds

Red

Sally Darson

Tammy Warner

Wendy Testaburger

Goths:

Firkle

Henrietta Biggle

Michael

Pete Thelman

Vamp Kids:

Allison Mertz

Annie Bartlett

Larry

Katie “Bloodrayne” Gelson

Mike “Vampir” Makowski

Ryan Ellis

Vladimir

Kindergarteners:

Carlos/Billy

Conner Davis

Dave Harrison

Filmore Anderson

Flora

Ike Broflovski

Jenny

Quaid

Sally Bands

Other kids:

Baahir Hassan Abdul Hakeem

Bill Allen

Blanket Jefferson

Bradley (Cartman Sucks)

Bradley Biggle

Bridon Gueermo

Chris Donnely

Christophe Delorne

Corey Lanskin

Damien Thorn

David Rodriguez

Dogpoo Petuski

Douchebag (Stick of Truth)

Dougie (General Disarray)

Douglas

Estella Havisham

Fosse McDonald

Gary Harrison

Gregory of Yardale

Herbert Pocket

Jessica Pinkerton

Josh Myers (TP Kid)

Karen McCormick

Kelly (Rainforest Schmainforest)

Kevin McCormick

Kevin Stoley

Kip Drordy

Kyle Schwartz

Larry Feegan

Loogie

Mark Cotswolds

Nathan

Pip Pirrup

Romper Stomper

Scott Malkinson

Scott Tenorman

Shelly Marsh

Terrance Mephesto

Thad Jarvis

Thomas (Le Petit Tourette)

Timmy Burch

Trent Boyett

Tricia “Ruby” Tucker

Yao

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pendragonfics · 7 years

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Ninety-Ninth

Paring: Steve Rogers/Reader

Tags: female reader, female pronouns, receptionist reader, Fourth of July, basically a Steve birthday fic nobody requested and I wrote anyways, fluff.

Summary: It's one day until the fourth day of July, and that means two things. America turns red, white and blue, and your boyfriend Steve Rogers celebrates his birthday.

Word Count: 1,700

Current Date: 2017-07-04

To say that you’d been planning this ahead of time was an understatement. When Sharon told you that she’d heard that Steve didn’t like celebrating his birthday, you made sure to get in there and do it. Namely, do it right. As a receptionist, you had superpowers of your own – to sense when people were thinking of doing things even before they did them, your customer service voice that could divert even the angriest of people from their sinister plans. Working behind a desk was your life, but since moving in with the Captain America, he’d become that title. Apart from all the press on every detail of your lives, and the worry of being targets from enemies of the state/Avengers, it was a daydream come true.

But back to what really matters. Planning the perfect birthday…for months. But it was the day before, and still zilch.

You’d heard from Vision that Steve preferred not to be around loud noises (observing people happened to be a habit of the android he’d never shaken off from his days as JARVIS), and Tony mentioned once over brunch with Pepper that if Steve could go anywhere for his birthday than the Smithsonian he’d buy out a local charity and donate a million dollars to it too. So, that was your plan: no loud noises. No Smithsonian. No lavish things that would make America’s golden boy shy away and disappear into the night.

But it still didn’t give you many options. It left you staring at your notepad beside the computer at your desk at Stark Tower, frowning over how many times you’d scribbled out the things that you’d ruminated, and then redacted.

“Looks like whatever’s causing that is giving you a headache,” Natasha gives a small smile, and peers over the desk to see your notepad. “Good. It’s not a phone. I would’ve asked if you were having relationship troubles, but it’s more like…Ferris wheel?” The redheaded assassin frowns too. “What are you using that for?”

You shake your head. “Birthday ideas.”

“Ah,” She nods knowingly. “That backfired on me too. I planned the party in ’12, he hated it. Of course, everyone was Ukrainian, or didn’t speak English.” She laughs, recalling it. “Made for an awkward taxi ride home.”

“Well, I’ll be sure not to take him to any restaurants like that,” you make a note.

Natasha shakes her head. “Oh no, it wasn’t a restaurant. It was at an old friend’s house.”

Saving the day, Dr Bruce Banner enters the foyer, with files in his hands. He often came down with important things to send away to science journal publishers, or letters for his long-distance fiancé Betty in Virginia. When he wasn’t being green on missions with your Steve, or hidden away in his lab, he often had afternoon tea with you. He never failed to bring a new exotic tea to share.

“Dr Banner!” you grin, standing to accept the parcel he holds. “If you were turning ninety-nine, and didn’t like to celebrate it, what you do to celebrate?”

The scientist frowns, but hands you the files. Pausing, he runs a hand through his curls, and widens his eyes. Struck with an idea, he blurts, “When Betty didn’t want to make a big deal about the big three-oh, I bought a bottle of champagne, a rent-a-movie, but we only watched half of The Great Gatsby when power cut off.”

Natasha laughs. “Only because you forgot pay.”

Bruce shakes his head. “Only because I’d been away on a mission for almost a month! You can’t just call up the power company when you’re undercover in southern Mongolia.”

You nod, considering it. “Might pay my power bill, but that’s worthwhile. Thank you, Dr Banner.”

At this, FRIDAY alerts you on incoming people to Stark Tower. While it’s wonderful having an Avengers base in upstate New York (yes, it was confidential material, and yes, you were in on the know), it was nice being located where you could walk five minutes and buy a coffee, or ten and be home in your studio apartment. But your Irish-lilted AI (and quite frankly, a rival for the position of receptionist when you were rendered useless) alerted you of arrivals, and at this, you shoved the notepad under the desk, away in the draw.

“Hey there, Shellhead, Capsicle,” she greets, smirking.

Tony rolls his eyes. “It’s normal if I nickname everything I touch, but with you, it’s plain mean, Widow.” He walks up to her, punching her arm playfully. He’s a great man, Mr. Stark. Quite frankly, the man is slightly misunderstood, needs a good night’s sleep, and less access to alcohol than he has. But you’re not his mother. “_______! How’s my favourite paper-pusher?”

You shake your head at the title, “I’m your only paper-pusher.” Beside him, Steve stands there, hands in pockets. You wonder if Tony has just dragged him around New York while he looks at cufflinks or something, because he looked kind of down. “You still on for our lunch plans, Steve?” you ask him.

He nods. “Sure thing.”

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When lunch comes around (which takes too long a time from when you last spoke to Steve) you have your food in your lunch bag, brought from home, and head up to the roof level. Tony only allowed the both of you to eat up there when he realised it was the chance to play matchmaker, back when the both of you were just strangers to one another who seemed to get their blush on when near one another. Stark was yet to rescind that privilege, and you both took advantage of it. Eating in a fancy restaurant? Anyone could do that with their boyfriend. But eating on the roof of the Stark Tower? Fan-friggin’-tastic.

“Any talk in your office?” Steve wonders, sitting down on your usual bench. He’s got a sandwich, probably bought at the deli down the way.

You shake your head, but then remember, “The old delivery guy, Stan has been replaced. I think his daughter just gave birth, and he’s off to New Jersey to meet his grandson.”

Steve nods. “That’s nice. I’ll be sure to tell him congratulations when I see him next time.”

Unwrapping your lunch, you nod, and add, “What about you? What’s the gossip with the Avengers?” You take a bite of your homemade burrito, and add, “Nothing confidential. I don’t want to be fired.”

Steve laughs, shuffling closer to you on the bench so your shoulders touch. “I taught Thor and Bucky how the icemaker worked, but it ended up with Buck just putting vodka in it.” He chuckles. “I don’t think any of the people who’ve had ice in the last day can drive for at least a week.”

You snort, almost spluttering your burrito onto the floor. “Oh gosh! That backfired!”

Steve grins. “It’s okay. I might have had something to do with it.”

Nuzzling your head into his side to hide your smile, you laugh at that remark. Of course, he did. Everyone believed that Steven Grant Rogers was an angel wrapped up in a flag and American ideals. He sure as hell wasn’t. He liked to ride his motorcycle fast, and ignore orders from Fury, and most of all, stand up when people could not for themselves. If anything about the current politics was anything to say for itself, he would fight everyone until there was equality for everyone. It was a good thing you had Pepper and S.H.I.E.L.D. alter his itinerary many times to avoid The White House.

“You coming to mine for dinner tonight?” You ask Steve.

He nods, looking from the New York City skyline to you with the same look in his eyes one might have if at the Grand Canyon for the first time. “Sure. You’re cooking, or me?”

You consider it. “I was thinking takeout. How do you feel about pizza?”

Steve beams. “Won’t miss it for the world.”

---

Dinner goes well, and so does desert (some frozen yoghurt you had stashed in the back of your freezer) and you’re asleep by nine, snuggled together on the bed watching one of those movies the TV channels plays by random. But when daybreak breaks over the city, the alarm clock, still set to go off at 7:00AM sharp, plays the daily news broadcast.

“Goo-ood morning New York! It’s me, Ralph, here with Sammi for a fantastic, fine Fourth of July Tuesday here in New York. It’s going to be a great day of 73, I can tell you – with highs of 83, and some cloud. Here’s Sam for the news update –,” before Ralph can go on, you slap your hand over the alarm, and turn to face Steve.

His eyes are fluttering open, showing the baby-blues that you love so dearly. “Morning,” you whisper, leaning across the sheets close enough to see the few freckles on his skin. “Happy birthday, Stevie.”

A small smile stretches on his face, remembering what the date was. “Happy birthday, America,” he whispers back, his arms moving to hold you against his bare, warm chest. “I’d bet you’ve got something planned for me today. I saw you talking with Sharon.”

“I talked to a lot of people,” you shake your head, and add, “But no. No plans. It’s all up to you, Mr. America.” You kiss him on the tip of his nose, and then on the cheek. “Unless your plans are to stay in bed and snuggle a while.”

Steve grins, and holds you tighter. “Sounds like I’m going with that plan, doll.”

You smile, sighing into his chest. To say that you’d been planning this ahead of time was an understatement; it’s been in the works for ages. But when it came to it, it wasn’t just a date. It wasn’t just a birthday. It was Steve’s birthday, and if asked, you’d say that Steve was your world. For sure. And how he spent his birthday was completely, and utterly up to him.

“I love you,” he grins, going to kiss your cheek.

“I love you too,” you smile, and move your head so he catches your lips instead.

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