Today isn't just any day. Today is Steve's one-hundredth birthday. Though you had teased your long-time boyfriend about becoming triple-digits, you had taken it upon yourself to plan the perfect birthday for him.

It had started with letting him sleep in. Being an Avenger means unusual sleep hours, so it made you more than happy to let the love of your life keep snoring softly while you baked the birthday cake. Around noon, he eventually woke up and joined you for lunch. He'd caught you off-guard while you were cleaning up the mess you'd made by wrapping his arms around you from behind and burying his face into your neck.

"G'morning," he sighed, still half asleep.

"Good morning, my love," you replied, a smile on your face as he peppered kisses on your shoulder. "Happy birthday."

Steve pulled you back into his chest, holding you as close as possible. "Don't remind me."

You pull away from him, a mischievous grin on your face. "Don't do that! I have surprises planned. This is going to be your best birthday yet!" You leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to Steve's lips before pulling away before things got too heated. "Now, get some lunch. We're going to a movie!"

Steve groans, "You're such a tease."

You smirk at the super-soldier. "You got that right."

After you both ate, you did just that. You had planned to take Steve to a showing of My Fair Lady in one of Brooklyn's old theaters. He had been to it many times in the 40s but hadn't been since.

You both sat at the very back row, your head on his shoulder and his arm around yours. While his attention was fully on the movie, you curled up closer to him and rested your hand on his thigh. You could feel him tense up under your touch and couldn't help the wicked smile that spread across your face. For the rest of the movie, you kept your hand there, knowing that it was driving him mad.

After the movie finished and the lights turned back on, you turned to Steve with an innocent smile. His eyes were already on your and he was shaking his head slightly.

"What, you didn't like the movie?" you ask playfully.

Steve laughs. "I hate you sometimes, sweetheart."

You chuckle evilly and stand to your feet, offering him a hand. "C'mon, Captain. We have a dinner date to keep."

To Be Continued...