"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!"

The Avengers sing happy birthday over the cake you made and brought to Stark Tower. Steve never liked big parties, especially ones that had him at the center of attention, so you opted out for a small gathering of close friends and colleagues. This was much to Tony's chagrin.

But it was perfect. Tony invited the original six Avengers, along with Wanda, Vision, Bucky, and Sam to the party.

After dinner and cake, you all sat on the sofa and talked about old times. Steve sat across the room, talking to Bucky and Sam, while you stayed near the bar with Nat and Wanda. Every few minutes, you would catch Steve glancing over at you, then flashing a wink when no one else was looking. You had been teasing him the entire night, pulling away from his arms or dodging his kisses. It made you giddy to see him get all wound up, so you figured this was payback.

Then the gifts were exchanged. Most were useful or thoughtful, but Tony had his own idea of a good present when he handed Steve thirty-five years worth of social security checks.

"You're officially over a third of the age of America," Tony stated. "You're welcome."

After most of the guests had left, Steve and you remained to clean up the mess in the Tower. Tony insisted that FRIDAY could handle it, but you said that it was your party and your mess to clean up. So, obviously, Steve stayed with you. He offered to wash the dishes while you cleaned up the living space.

After you finish with your part, you tip-toe over to Steve, slipping your arms around his middle from behind. "Hey, there," he chuckles.

"Hi," you return, slipping your hands under the hem of his T-shirt to run your fingers along his bare skin. "You about done, Captain?"

To Be Continued...