You Can Just Call Me Spidey

Writing Prompt - Write a story about someone turning 100 years old

So this prompt was unintentionally (by blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/) perfect, so I thought I would write something about Steve turning 100! 

I know I haven't updated in a pretty long time but I wasn't expecting to update for a while, I might do another vent chapter some time, but I don't plan on updating even once a week. 
(I might, I just don't plan on it.) Only when I feel like it and have inspiration, I guess. Sorry

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It shouldn't have taken me this long to find a happy picture of steve that isn't him kissing Peggy's niece (which, does nobody else have a problem with that??? cause it's his niece too???) or him being old steve and married to Peggy. This picture I found isn't even steve, its Chris Evans, so yeah. Poor Steeb is never happy.

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I'm sort of re-interpreting this prompt and am not writing about the actual birthday, but about Peter's presents for Cap.

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let's pretend, for the sake of the one-shot, that Cap didn't abandon Bucky, and take all the stupid with him. 

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Peter had collected a pile of perfect gifts for Steve's birthday. Only a ton of gifts could be bought to celebrate a 100 year birthday, a milestone like that was hard to fit. Peter was sure Steve would love his gifts though. Sitting in the middle of his room in his Rappin' With Cap T-shirt, courtesy of Midtown School of Science and Technology, he looked over his findings.

First, he had thought of buying Steve Spider-Man merch but had quickly dismissed it and passed the entire store dedicated to his alter-ego. (which was going to grow immensely, if New York continued to feed that ego.)But then, as he looked through the window of an Avenger's merch store, which honestly looked more like a shrine, Peter saw a T-shirt with a cartoon drawing of Captain America holding his shield above his head with a certain spider sticking on top. So Peter had to buy it. And if he coincidentally left the store with carrying additional bags of Iron-Man merch, no one had to know. 

Looking from the T-shirt that layed on the floor, (he had nearly given the employees at the store a nightmare trying to find the right size for the super-soldier) Peter's eyes fell onto the pile of art supplies he had found. Peter had heard Steve talking to himself about Winsor and Newton markers for a while with his super-hearing, and just went ahead with Tony's credit card and bought them. (A/N: I freaking love Winsor and newton brush markers. Or I would if they weren't expensive as hell and I could buy them and actually use them.) Peter had also bought a Prismacolor Quality Art 48 Pencil Set, Strathmore sketchbook, Staedtler Pencil Mars Lumograph 12-Piece Set, and a kneaded eraser, all suggested by his school's art club. Of course, it was unknown to them who Peter was buying all these art supplies for, but that was irrelevant. The stars in their eyes as they drawled on about the good quality of each new item they added to their list told Peter that the perfect thank you gift would be exactly what was on the list in replacement of the school's current staples materials. Peter was sure Mr. Stark would figure something out to repay the art club's unknowing help. 

Peter's last gift to Steve was a scrapbook, which was cliche as much as it was sweet. Peter suddenly wondered if he had gone too far, gotten too much and would embarrass the other avengers, but then he remembered that he wanted to put them to shame, to have the best gifts, and to be the greatest Captain America fanboy he could be without hinting in on just how much merch he owned. (Kneel before me, the queen of run-on sentences)

So Peter happily opened up the scrapbook, looking it over one last time. The front page looked just like the cover, with a picture of Steve and the rest of the Avengers all sitting on the couch for a movie night. 'Till the end of the line, it was titled. Peter didn't actually know what that meant, but Steve and Bucky would always say it to each other and Peter assumed it held some sentimental value. 

On the first page was a picture of Steve and Peter in the kitchen, Steve holding a mixing bowl and raising an eyebrow at Peter, who was licking the spatula. To the greatest Grandpa in the world, it was captioned. And then, the book really began. 

The first pictures were of pre-serum Steve, pictures mostly taken by Bucky, on small pieces of film. Each was colored a black and white array of colors and a rosy tint. Pictures of Steve with his family, with Bucky, walking down the streets of Brooklyn, watching Peggy. Eating, Laughing, drawing, everything that depicted Steve's life before the serum. One picture, blown up to take the whole page's space, showed Steve being dragged away by the arm while he was still trying to land a punch on some bullies. Peter laughed at Photo-Bucky as he looked straight at the camera, a deadpan expression on his face. 

The next pictures were post-serum, separated by a divider page uniquely named "Post-Serum Steve". They showed pictures of Steve with plates of food spilling over, Steve punching bags in the gym, training with his fellow WW2 soldiers, taking bombs for the team, and (again,) watching Peggy. Laughing, hanging by Bucky's side, marching out onto battlefields, sitting proudly as women dressed in red white and blue presented his on a stage, holding him in the air. Peter wondered how they had managed to lift a super-soldier in the air. It's crazy, Peter decided, what people can do just to sell war bonds. Another divider marked the beginning of the Avengers, creatively titled the 'Out of the Ice." The first picture was from Steve's Wikipedia page, a picture of his frozen body surrounded by the very people who had dug him out of the ice. Next showed him in the hospital, waking up, watching Peggy (for the last time,) and stepping outside. There was a long time skip where photos of the Avengers started showing up, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bruce, and Steve.  Pictures of them from the battle of New York were blurry, taken by a kid... from a window? 11 or 12 years, Peter grinned widely at the camera while a giant chitauri floated in the background. Iron-Man was on its back, Steve's shield flying past the window. Clint was sniping the chitauri with his bow from atop a building, Natasha taking care of the little guys surrounding, Thor striking from above with lightning, and Hulk just... smashing. While the OG Avengers were fighting, Pictures showed how Peter progressed to taking pictures outside the apartment, to May and Ben's horror. A close-up of Natasha killing a chitauri soldier, Steve taking on four or five at a time. A picture concluding the battle, a blown-up photo of the team eating shwarma taken from a restaurant's security cameras. That one took a while to find, Peter thought to himself. Finally, pictures with the extended Avengers family, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey, T'challa, Carol, (Though Carol was really the original OG Avenger, Peter realized.)  The final picture was of Steve surrounded by everyone, all the avengers, Shuri, Morgan, Pepper, Aunt May, Clint's kids, Cassie (Ant-Man's daughter), Ned, MJ, and all other friends and family. Photo-Steve had a huge smile on his face, surrounded by his big, very dysfunctional, did I mention huge, family.

"Peter! You'd better get your Spider-Ass down here with your presents for Steve! And wish him a happy birthday too!" A voice sounded from downstairs, and Peter quickly gathered his presents in a huge stack before carrying them into the elevator and downstairs. 

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Peter set down his presents and launched himself at Steve, screaming, "Happy Birthday!" at the now 100-year-old man.

I kept being interrupted writing this, I actually started it four days ago. Sorry it took so long. I guess I can't really call it a one-shot then.