Bucky's Daughter one-shot/imagines

Evening Party Night

*Part 1* 
"Hey Pete! PETE!" I yelled from my room, loud enough so that Peter could hear me from his. I heard a shuffling of feet and some jumping noises from across the hall, then I heard his door open followed by mine a few seconds later.
"What? What's goin on?" He asked, slightly out of breath.
"Were you not wearing pants until just now, Pete? I heard you scrambling and jumping around your room before you came out." I asked him, watching as his face turned bright red.
"Umm, maybe?... Well, um, anyways, what did you call me over for?" He asked, trying to lead to topic away from him.
"Well, I was thinking, we haven't all done something together in like, at least a month, which is waaaaay too long. I thought maybe we could organize a painting and board games night. We could get all the canvasses, set up little table groups, get some snacks, that kind of stuff." I told him, culminating all of my thoughts into a short little blurb. I think he could tell how excited I was to be planning something for the team.
"Winnie, that sounds awesome. I'm not the best artists, but I'd love to do that with everyone. I think it'd be fun." He said, returning my level of enthusiasm.
"Cmon, are you kidding me? You're an awesome artist. Your suit designs are so cool, and you've got like, three dozen little sketches of animals and nature scenes pinned up on your wall." I told him, lightly punching him on the shoulder.
"What? Oh um, when you put it that way I sound so good. But anyways, what should we start with?" He asked, ready to get to work.
"Well, we need to invite everyone first so other plans aren't established before we can get the word out. You wanna start working on a little flyer we can hand out to people? I know it isn't necessary with the pagers and stuff, but it'll be more fun this way." I asked him, grabbing a couple sheets of paper and some pens so we could design a little picture or something.
"Let's do it." He said, taking a pen from my outstretched hand and sitting down on my bed.
We worked for about 20 minutes, most of that just drawing stupid little smiley faces on each other's paper and naming them things like 'Jim' and 'Sally'. We finally decided on a little sketch of a 'Bob Ross-esque' painting on an easel with a Sorry! board next to it. The flyer, titled 'Avengers Game Night', listed information about when and where, and a little blurb on snacks and drinks provided. We scanned the document on my printer and made 30 copies, dividing the stack between the two of us.
"This is perfect. Now we have to give these out to everyone." Peter said, looking at the pages.
"You take this side of the compound, make sure to check everyone's rooms. I'll go over to the training center, rec room, and kitchen to catch anyone over there. If you have flyers left over, tape them to the walls where everyone can see them." I explained.
"Sounds great, meet back here in 15." Peter said while walking off to the end of the hallway.
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"Well, I think I got everyone that was in their rooms." Peter said, when I got back to my room."I'm surprised Thor was even in today, said it was his 'day-off' from Asgardian stuff, so that was good unintentional timing on our parts." He said flippantly.
"I caught Uncle Steve in the rec room drawing something, he said it was for my Dad. When I asked to look at it, he slid his arm over it and moved his body to block my view. I gave up at that point and just handed him his flyer, then walked away while trying to keep a straight face." I told him. "Aunt Nat and Clint were in the training hall working, well, not so much Clint. His job at the moment was to be Aunt Nat's throwing dummy." I said, both of us laughing at the remark.
"I think it's time for us to start gathering materials and setting up the rec room. We'll make sure Mr. Rogers is out before we go in." Pete said with a smile on his face.
"Let's go to the kitchen first to get all the good snacks before Tony gets into them. I heard from Sam that he just got back from a grocery run." I explained to Peter.
"Alright, we probably ought to run then!" He replied, pushing me out of my chair before I could get up.
As I groaned while getting back up, I yelled after him, "I'll still beat you there!" Standing on my bed, I crawled into the air vent and started navigating my way to the kitchen. Sure enough, I dropped out of the vent and hopped off of the counter just as Peter forcefully opened the door.
"Really Winnie?" Peter said, checking the room for anyone else that might've seen us, like a certain Shmaptin. I looked around too, and came to the same conclusion that we were alone.
"I told you I'd beat you here. Cheaters never win." I said with a smug grin on my face and my arms crossed over my chest. "Now, let's get to work. Can you get the cart out from the closet? I have a feeling we'll need it to carry all of the chip bags and soda bottles." I told him while beginning to raid the cabinets of their contents.
We worked together like a well oiled machine. I grabbed an item and threw it over to Peter, who flawlessly caught each one in rapid succession. I sped up my throws to see how well he could respond, and he rose to the occasion, using all of his limbs at times to catch and hold onto things.
We were so caught up in the moment that we didn't notice that someone had entered the room until it was too late.
"What are you two doing?" Rang the voice of my dad.
Peter immediately dropped everything he was holding in his shock, causing a few chip bags to bust open after being crushed by a falling soda bottle.
"Oh, hi Dad? How has your day been?" I asked, hiding the snacks I was holding behind my back.
"My day has been lovely, but don't try to change the subject. I asked you what you were doing." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, metal on top of skin.
"We were just getting snacks ready for the party tonight. We got a little carried away." I said, blushing slightly and avoiding eye contact.
"What party?" My Dad asking, looking genuinely confused.
"...The party we planned this afternoon? Painting and board games with the team? Snacks provided? Nothing ringing a bell?" I responded, wondering how he didn't know about the party after we had delivered an invite and placed flyers everywhere.
"We gave you an invitation earlier, or at least, Pete was supposed to." I looked over at him, waiting for an explanation.
"I didn't get a flyer, what time did you say it was?" My dad asked.
"Party technically starts at seven, but you can show up whenever." I told him. "Pete, what happened here? I thought you gave a flyer to everyone?" I asked Peter.
"I must have missed him. Maybe I got distracted when one of Loki's little pranks went off in the hallway and I just went by his room accidentally." Peter said. "I'm sorry I missed you, sir." He said, turning to my dad.
"No apologies needed, Peter. I wouldn't miss the party for the world. I probably would've figured it out anyway, seeing as our team tends to get a little rowdy when we get together." He said, chuckling.
"Well, I better be off. Steve said he wanted to give me something. Find a way to set this thing up without burning down the compound, you two." My Dad said, then walked off in the direction of the Shmaptin's room.
"You don't think?..." Peter said, and I dismissed his inquiry with a wave and started up our cart-loading at a slower pace.
After a couple of minutes we decided we had gathered enough snacks for a herd of elephants, or just about enough for our team. We both had to push the cart to the rec room, and stopped at the door to check if it was empty.
"Alright, we're clear. Let's push this over to the corner and start unloading." I told Pete, pointing to the spot I had mentioned.
We expertly avoided the tables and couches and stopped the cart from crashing into the wall.
"Ok, let's push a couple tables together over here, buffet-style. We'll group the snacks together, put the chips in bowls, and get some cups out for soda." Pete said, making his way over to the storage cabinets.
We made quick work of the snack distribution, then started to group the tables and couches together in little pods. After that, we made our way back to our rooms to get all the materials for painting. We refused to make multiple trips, so we piled everything onto the cart to make a single trip. On our way back, we almost crashed into like five people since we couldn't see where we were going.
Back in the rec room, we set up the painting stations, making sure to put a trash can, some paper towels, and a few cups of water at each group.
"Does it matter if they get paint on the floor or the furniture?" Peter asks.
"We'll advise them against it, but I have a feeling it's a lost cause. We can try to clean it up, but we'll probably just end up buying new furniture anyway." I replied frankly.
"I think that's it for the painting stuff, let's move on to gathering all the board games. Can you go over to the closet and bring out some, Pete?" I instructed him.
"Sure thing." He said as he skipped over to the closet.
"I can tell someone's pumped for the party tonight." I yelled after him, which he pretended he couldn't hear through the walls.
Chuckling to myself, I asked him, "What are we working with here, bucko?"
"Well, let's see. Battleship is a must, so is Sorry, ooh, let's do Yahtzee too!" He yelled back, suddenly able to hear me again. He started sliding the games across the floor in my direction so that no pieces would be lost. As he slid them towards me, I piled them onto the cart, and we continued this for a couple minutes until we were satisfied with our selections.
"Make sure you get a couple decks of cards and the chessboard for my Dad and Uncle Steve." I told him as he was about to come back out into the room.
"Alright, alright. We have to make sure the super soldiers are occupied." He joked.
"What was that I just heard?" A voice rang out from the main door into the rec room. Coming in together, my Dad and Uncle Steve walked over to where Peter and I were working.
"You done messed up, Pete!" I yelled towards the closet door, which was currently occupied by a nervous spider-ling.
"Ah, Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers, sirs, what I meant to say was, uh, we have to make sure our party games are up to your standards, sirs." Peter replied, trying to save himself.
"Darn right you should." Uncle Steve remarked.
"We were just coming to see if you needed any help setting up." My Dad said, changing the topic of conversation.
"Well, we have the food ready, the painting stuff set up, and we were just finishing up the board game selection." I told the pair.
"Really nice work, you two. But you are missing one thing." My dad told us."Yeah? And what might that be?" I asked him.
"Music, of course. Some good-old fashioned tunes." My Dad and Steve said together, causing them to break into a fit of laughter.
"Let's get a sheet of paper and work on a playsong-thingy so that Winnie could complete her party." Uncle Steve said.
"Um, sirs, with all due respect, I'm not sure you're the best people to be in charge of the music." Peter said to the pair.
"Pete, this is really not your night. That's like three strikes against you in like four hours." I said to him, laughing at every other word. "But seriously, guys, maybe we could all work together on the playlist so we have an even balance of music for everyone's tastes." I told the guys.
My Dad and Steve shared a 'can you believe these kids?' look and then replied, "Sounds good to us."
The four of us worked together for at least an hour trying to make sure everyone in the compound would have a few songs that they enjoy. The super soldiers got their 40's hits, Tony got his AC/DC, and we added in some timeless classics that everyone would enjoy. By the time we had finished, it was almost time for people to start coming in.
"Alright guys, we can just keep this table, and if you want, you can go get some snacks. People are coming in soon, so don't take everything! Leave some of it, scratch that, the majority of the food for the other 20 people that are coming." I told the guys, making direct eye contact with each of them.
"Yes ma'am." My Dad said, accompanied by a salute.
While the two super soldiers went off towards the buffet table, laughing and joking the entire way, Peter and I headed towards the door to start greeting people and taking them to their seats.
Almost as soon as we got to the door, Aunt Nat and Clint walked through it, looking around at the transformed space and then fixating their gaze on the snack bar.
"What's up with you guys?" I asked the two.
"Oh not much, we're starving after working on throws and joint locks for so long. You might want to get this senior citizen over here a walker the way he's groaning and limping." Aunt Nat said with a smile, then smacked Clint on the shoulder, to which he replied, "Ow! Really Nat? You already abused me for most of the day, what more do you want?"
Peter and I are barely managing to stop ourselves from busting out laughing at this point, and the only thing we can get out is, "Tables, sit, snacks, paint in a bit." After the pair has moved out of earshot we break into silent fits of giggles for a couple seconds before we see another group of guests approaching.
"Wanda! Vision! How are you guys doing?" I asked them.
"We haven't been up to much today, so we thought one of your famous parties would spice up our evening! The place looks amazing, I can't wait to get started!" Wanda said enthusiastically.
"Thanks guys, I hope you guys have a good time! Snacks are over there, and you can pick pretty much any table seeing as most people aren't here quite yet." I told the two, directing them towards the others.
"Thank you, Miss Winnie. I'm sure everything will be wonderful since you two set it up." Vision told us before joining Wanda at the snack bar.
That really put a smile on my face since Vision is normally not one for pleasantries, tending to point out potential issues because he doesn't know any better. He must really be impressed with our plans.
I catch Peter blushing out of the corner of my eye, and when I turn towards him to say something about it, he turns towards the guests to 'look-over' our work.
Before I can say anything about it, I hear a certain genius-billionaire yelling after Morgan, who had just entered the rec room at warp-speed.
"Slow down sweetheart! Wait for Mama and Papa!" He said, but eventually gave in, knowing that she had tunnel vision for snacks.
"Hey Pete, I see you've been up to quite a lot this afternoon!" Uncle Tony said to Peter while the two shared a hug. Tony returned to his wife, taking her hand then fixing his gaze on the snack bar.
"Good evening, Miss Winnie and Mr. Parker! The party looks lovely!" Pepper told the two of us while firmly grasping her husband's arm to keep him from running off in a similar manner as their daughter.
"But Pep... they have corn dogs..." I hear him say quietly, causing Pepper to elbow him in the side while she thought we couldn't see.
"Alright Uncle Tony, you can be reunited with your one-true love at the snack bar." I told him, winking at Pepper.
Uncle Tony nodded in our direction before trying to nonchalantly power walk towards the snack area.
"I'll go find Morgan and wrangle the two of them into sitting down." Pepper said, smiling.
"Enjoy the party!" Peter and I said at the same time, followed by, "Jinx! Jinx again!" We both laughed for a bit before continuing the progression of the dreaded Jinx.
"You owe me a soda!" Peter told me, crossing his arms.
"Hold your horses there bucko, there was no clear winner. But I will get you a soda, seeing as you were very helpful this afternoon. The usual, I presume?" I said while walking backwards towards the drinks.
"Duh!" He yelled after me, then turned around to greet the next wave of party-goers.
While pouring Peter's Kool Aid, I was met by Morgan, who could barely see where she was going through her armfuls of chip bags and pastries.
"Whoa there, be careful Morgan!" I told her, pushing myself up against the table as far as I could to avoid a collision. Once she had passed, I spun her in the direction of Pepper and told her, "Your mom is straight that way."
Chucking to myself, I poured myself a cup of Sprite, then took the drinks back to the door and handed Peter his 'nectar of the gods' as he liked to call it.
Every time he drank Kool Aid, Pete ended up with a red semi-circle on his upper lip that lasted for days at a time. So when he inevitably took his first sip and lowered his cup from his mouth, I chose to cover my own mouth with my cup to hide my giggles.
"What, do I have something on my face?" He asked me, trying to find a shiny reflective surface to check.
"Just the usual, Pete." I said between giggles.
The two of us spent another half-hour standing by the door until everyone made their way to the party. We ended up starting a few minutes later than expected since all of the snacks had been consumed at least ten minutes before seven, which required us to quickly raid the kitchen again. By the time we got back, every seat was occupied, patiently or impatiently awaiting the 'official' start of the party. I decided to wait on restocking the snacks until everyone had started working on their paintings so I could keep the group focused while trying to explain the plan for the night.
"Alright guys, thank you all so much for coming to our little get-together! Peter and I worked pretty hard on setting everything up, so we would appreciate it if we had as little to clean up as possible at the end of the night. That means no paint-flinging or 'decorating' of the furniture." I said, looking over at Tony, who was already trying to paint Morgan's face. Everyone turned with me and began to hoot and holler at this easily-predicted breaking of the rules. Pausing for a few seconds to allow the group to cease their mockery, I continued.
"First up on the docket is everyone's favorite, painting! If that wasn't obvious already, maybe you should rethink how you approach pretty much everything." I cracked, getting a few laughs out of the group.
"Wow, tough crowd..." I said before continuing with, "Anyways, you can take as little or as long a time as you want in creating your masterpieces. At the end of the night, only if you want to, we can select an unbiased judge to select the best pieces out of the bunch. Thumbs-up if you are down for that." I said, scanning the crowd.
"Alright then, seeing as like 95% of you agreed, we will go through with the optional gallery walk and competition. Whenever you're ready to start, go for it!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.After addressing everyone, I made my way over to the snack bar to help Peter unload the new snacks.
"How the heck did they eat everything so dang fast? It's like we live in a zoo." Peter said, handing me a few bags of chips to refill the empty bowls.
"Maybe we should've set up some cameras to get a continuous time lapse shot. That would've reached the top of the trending list on every platform in ten minutes!" I said, giggling.
"Maybe you're right..." He said, looking longingly towards the table where my dad, Uncle Steve, and Uncle Tony and company sat.
"We'll be over there in a minute, Pete. I know you're looking forward to spending some time with them since they've been so busy lately." I told him, patting him on the shoulder before continuing to restock the snacks.
It took us another couple of minutes to empty out the cart, then we took our seats to start painting.
"Hey guys! This is going pretty well so far." My Dad said as we sat down.
"Yeah, I just hope that we don't have to make any more snack runs. We've almost emptied the kitchen, and Sam just went on a grocery run." I said, half-joking and half-concerned that the gang would consume the entire compound before the night was over.
"We won't eat anything else if it'll help us keep from starving tomorrow morning." My Dad replied.
"That might help, but I don't want to do that to you guys. Eat whatever you'd like, maybe we can rally a small volunteer force to go shopping some time before breakfast." I said, looking from my Dad to Uncle Steve and Uncle Tony.
"What're you looking at me for Princess?" Uncle Tony asked me as he shoved another Ding Dong cake in his mouth, causing Uncle Steve to jab him in the side with his elbow.
"Ok, ok! I got it! Second time tonight, you'd think people would leave me alone at a party!" He said, looking over at Pepper out of the corner of his eye to make sure she didn't hear him.
"We'd love to come with you after the party to restock the kitchen. And if you need help cleaning up the room, we'd be happy to lend a hand." Uncle Steve said, beaming.
"Thanks guys! It was gonna be a long night with just me and Winnie trying to get this place back to normal and making sure the compound doesn't go hungry." Peter said, not looking up from his work.
"Whatcha got goin on over there Pete?" Uncle Tony asked.
"Oh, this? I want it to be a surprise for the competition..." He replied, shifting his body and the canvas so that it pointed as far away from the others at the table as possible.
"Ok then, carry on." Uncle Tony said with a smile on his face as he continued working.
I saw Uncle Steve and my Dad randomly poking each other in the shoulder, then both looking at each other's work, which sent them into fits of giggles that they tried their hardest to contain. This carried on for several minutes as each of the two continued to make changes to their works that, judging by their responses, were even funnier than the originals.
I decided to leave it alone and let them have their fun, and so did everyone else at our table seeing as no one brought it up.
By eight o'clock, only a few people had finished their pieces, most likely because they didn't feel like they had much to offer in the skill department. Looking around at the status of the group, I decided to address everyone again.
Getting up from my table, I started to speak. "Hey guys! Can I have everyone's attention for just a sec? Thank you." I paused, waiting for everyone to pause their conversations, then continued with, "I hope you have all enjoyed the first part of our little get-together, and I look forward to seeing what you've come up with. Since some of you have already finished or are close to finishing up, we can start transitioning over to the board games party of the night. Before grabbing a board game from the selection Peter and I have set up over here," I waved towards the stacks of games, "please take your masterpieces over here to dry and eventually be judged." I said, gesturing towards the line of tables that the gallery would be displayed on.
"After you've deposited your piece, feel free to grab a game and get to it! You don't have to stay at the same tables with the same people that you've been with for the past hour, go sit with others or invite people over. The party could be a chance to mingle with people you haven't talked to in a while..." I said, looking over at Rhodey discretely and nodding towards the table Uncle Tony was at.
He nervously turned around to see if I was looking at him, and when he turned back I discreetly intensified my glare. He sighed and rolled his eyes, then stood up and walked over towards Uncle Tony's table, taking the seat that I had previously occupied.
Chuckling to myself, I walked over to the game pile and selected "Yahtzee," then walked back to my table and pulled up a chair next to Rhodey.
I could tell that he had spoken to Uncle Tony, since he had turned away, a hint of red tinting his cheeks.
I jabbed him in the side with my elbow and motioned towards Uncle Tony, encouraging him to say something.
Before he could start a conversation, Uncle Tony noticed the game I had picked and eagerly grabbed it out of my hands, exclaiming "I love this game! Let's get started!"
He quickly opened the box, spilling some of its contents in the process, which Rhodey quickly started picking up.
"Oops, thanks Ronald McDonald, can't believe I was so clumsy!" Uncle Tony said, clapping him on the back.
After Rhodey had picked up the dice and pencils, he said, "U-uh, t-thanks," voice cracking more than I thought possible.
"Alright, where were we?" Uncle Tony said, passing out the tally sheets to everyone.
"We were just about to destroy you, right Pete?" I said, looking over to Peter with a grin on my face.
"Uh, yeah, sure." He said, not very sure of his chances in beating Uncle Tony and Uncle Steve.
"Let's go! I'll roll first!" Uncle Tony said, lunging for the dice that were in the center of the table.

*End of Part 1*