𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Surprise...?

Since it's the 4th of July (AMERICA, RAHHH 🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🦅🦅🦅🎆🎆) and Steve's birthday, here's a one-shot of Blaire trying to throw him a surprise party with the help of Bucky :)

Blaire's POV~

Today is the 4th of July. The day that marks the signing of the Declaration of Independence, giving the United States its freedom from the British. But, besides that, it's also my dad's birthday.

It's been less than a year that I've lived with my father, but this would be his first birthday that'd he'd spend with me. So, I wanted to do something special and throw him a surprise party.

With the help of Bucky, of course.

It was around five in the morning when I crept silently around the compound and into Bucky's room.
"Зима... Зима, просыпайся." (Winter... Winter, wake up.)

His eyes shot up in alert, looking for a threat. I just shook my head playfully at him. "Прости, Винтер, но мне нужна твоя помощь." (Sorry, Winter, but I need your help.)

He propped himself up to turn his side lamp on, and then he turned to face me. His eyes locked on mine to see if the help I needed was immediate. "Нет, Зима. Не такая помощь. Это день рождения моего отца. Мне нужна ваша помощь." (No, Winter. Not that kind of help. It's my dad's birthday. I need your help.)

He rubbed the tired from his eyes and finally spoke. "Правда, Блэр?" He paused. "В пять утра?" (Really, Blaire? At five in the morning?)

I just grinned innocently at him. "Итак, ты мне поможешь?" (So, will you help me?) He sarcastically rolled his eyes and threw the pillow next to him, at me. Using my quick reflexes, I dodged, and the pillow hit the wall behind me. I looked back at him. He spoke. "So, what's your plan, genius?" 

I plopped myself onto the edge of his bed. "I'm glad you asked, Bucky. You're going to be taking him all over New York while I get the compound prepared for when the two of you get back. He looked at me and then let his head flop back onto his pillow.

I jokingly scoffed at him. "Oh, come on, it's not going to be that long. I just need you to keep him busy long enough so I can set up decorations and bake a cake and stuff!" He tilted his head up to raise an eyebrow at me. "Since when can you bake?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "I've lived on my own for two years. I think I've learned a thing or two, don't you think?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'll be down to help you, Blaire, but I don't want to come home to see that half the building is engulfed in flames. Got it?" I frowned. "Your remark belittles me." He let out a tiny laugh before letting his head down onto his pillow again.

"Alright, now leave me be. I want to go back to bed. If I'm going to be going all over New York with Steve, I'm gonna need this rest, Super Soldier or not." Nodding, I got up and trudged my way to his door. "Я рассчитываю на тебя, Баки." (I'm counting on you, Bucky.). With that, I left back to my room to make some design plans.

I spent about two and a half hours in my room trying to make decisions for the surprise party I was going to throw for my father. I was concentrating on the task at hand on my bed when I felt it slightly shift in weight, and I felt something fluffy brush up against my bare arm. She was brushing her head against me, wanting attention.

I momentarily stopped what I was doing to pet her. "What brings you here, Alpine? Did you just want my attention?" I hear her quietly chirp, most likely signaling a yes. After a couple minutes, she lies down next to me and begins to quietly snore. I smile at her.