The Iron Captain

Chapter seven

Because today is my birthday (Sweet 16th!) I wanted to do something special for this chapter. So I figured, why not throw Steve a birthday party? And I did. So I hope you all enjoy! You don't have to get me anything, just read and tell me what you all think :D

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 Steve flicked on the lights to his room, looking around. The Avengers were gone, leaving him alone. They had all decided to go to Shwarma, grab a bite to eat. Steve sighed and tossed his keys on the table, closing the door and turning around to the large and empty room.

 He half expected everyone to jump out and yell, "Surprise!" The soldier listened intently, thinking he heard a noise. It was nothing. Steve ran a hand through his blond hair, and decided to change out of his sweats. He had just come back from a long needed work out, and his body was unwound. His nerves felt relaxed.

 Steve walked into his bedroom and removed his shirt, then his pants. He could have sworn he heard a giggle. He looked up, ears perked to any noise. "Calm yourself Steve, you’re getting yourself worked up for nothing." the man told himself, and he slipped on a pair of jeans and one of his plaid shirts. He walked out of the room and was immediately startled by a bright flash.

 "Happy birthday Steve!" Natasha giggled, and hugged the large man before her. Steve rubbed his eyes, still confused from the flash. He looked around to see the Avengers gathered in his room, dressed in silly party hats. "What's going on?" he asked, his face serious but his voice happy.

 "Well, Tony-" Clint began, but a quick cough from Tony caught his mistake. "Uh, I mean we thought that since you've missed so many birthdays, it wouldn't hurt to throw you a surprise party!" the assassin corrected himself, but not before Tony sent him a dirty look.

 Steve smiled, not sure of what to say. "Thanks guys, this means a lot to me." he said quietly, not meeting their eyes. Natasha peered at him questioningly, wondering what was bothering him. "So who wants cake?" Clint clapped his hands loudly, and everyone broke away to the large table. Steve looked at the cake, and laughed.

 The Captain America symbol had been drawn on it, and a picture of a young Steve sat in the middle where the star would usually be. "Where'd you guys find this?" he questioned, a tear trying to escape his eye. It really meant a lot to him that they had done this. "Natasha found it of course." Bruce laughed, and received a playful punch from the red head. Bruce tried to look amused, but when everyone had focused on Thor, he gently rubbed his arm.

 "Come now American man; let us enjoy this fabulous dessert made in your honor." Thor announced, patting Steve gently on the back. "Yeah, sounds good!" The soldier smiled as he picked up a knife, but Tony stopped him. "Allow me." Tony's arm, which had recently been hidden behind his back, now showed, and his arm was encased in his Iron Man repulsor. "I've been working on a little something." He smirked as he walked over to the table, and aimed at the cake. "No Tony that's still a-" Bruce tried to yell over the whir of the machine, but it was too late.

 The cake exploded, and the Avengers ducked; but not quick enough. Tony took his free hand to wipe cake out of his eyes, and immediately gasped at what he had done. "Shit..." he whispered under his breath, and he noticed the others with cake splattered on them as well. They got up slowly, and gave Tony a dirty look before their eyes fell on Steve, who seemed to have received most of the blast.

 Everyone held their breath, waiting for Steve to begin yelling. He came back up, his face covered with cake, the red, white, and blue frosting in his hair, and on his clothes. He wiped the cake away from his eyes, and stuck a frosting covered finger in his mouth.

 "Ooh, vanilla!" Steve chuckled, and Tony sighed with relief. The rest joined him, and they all proceeded to eat cake off each other’s faces, and throw it around the room. Natasha and Clint dominated the cake war, with Clint going so far as to get a rubber band and fling it at the others. Steve was having a great time. It was the first time in a long time he didn't think about the war, or Bucky.