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Summary: Y/N and Bucky blow up, Tony Steps in, Steve and Matilda deal with the aftermath
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Age 7 - Part 17
Once the Dinos were shown the desserts, they scattered, working in pairs. Benji and Adam teamed up and they ran to the table with Y/N, Ryan, Caoimhe, Matt and Foggy. Indy trotted happily beside Adam. Caoimhe offered her hand to the dog, “Who is this adorable soul?
“This is my dog, Doctor Indiana Bones”, Adam smiled proudly, “I know he looks a little scary, but he was a bait dog before.”
“He doesn’t look scary at all”, Caoimhe stroked the dog’s face, “You can see what a good soul he is just by his eyes.”
“Thank you, Aintín Caoimhe.”
“I have a question. Is that his name because his favorite movie is ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’?”
Adam and Benji laughed. “No, Aintín Caoimhe”, Adam said, “He likes to dig in our backyard and I think he’s looking for something, like an archeologist.”
“Then the name is perfect”, she praised.
Benji nudged Adam and he nodded to his friend.
“We’re going to bring you whatever you want for dessert”, Adam explained, “Uncle Mike says they’re bite size so you can have more than 1 if you want.”
“They’re very small”, Benji said, pinching his thumb and forefinger together to illustrate the size, “But they all look so good.”
“So, what do we have?” Foggy asked.
Adam began to recite, “Uncle Mike made chocolate covered strawberries stuffed with cheesecake, peanut caramel brownie bites, citrus mini cakes, chocolate mint cookie cups, caramel apple bites, espresso filled mini cakes and churritos stuffed with cardamom cream.”
“They all sound so delicious”, Y/N said, “I don’t know what to choose.”
“You could have 1 of each because they’re so small”, Benji suggested.
“Before I choose, I would like you 2 to settle a disagreement between my sister and I”, Caoimhe smiled.
“Sure. What is it, Aintín Caoimhe?” Adam asked.
“Which one of us is prettier?”
Adam didn’t hesitate, “I’m sorry, Aintín Caoimhe, but Aintín Ryan is prettier.”
“Are you sure? I know you’ve known her longer and don’t want to hurt her feelings.”
“Aintín Ryan is prettier”, Benji stated confidently, “We know because even a blind man can see she’s the prettiest. Right, Uncle Matt?”
Matt chuckled and kissed his love’s hand, “That’s very true.”
“Thank you, Laoch. Thank you, my Laochras”, Ryan blushed. She nudged her sister, “What do you think about that?”
Caoimhe sighed, “I guess I have to accept their decision.” She grinned mischievously, “But I don’t have to be gracious about it.”
The Dinos made quick work ensuring everyone had the dessert they wanted. They all wanted to sit together, so tables were rearranged so their table would be in the center and they could be with each other.
Stefan watched their baby. She was laughing, at ease, and teasing her new friends. He could hear the excitement in her voice as Matilda told her about her cousins who lived on a farm. They were also Dino Pals and Matilda was speaking about her cousin, Lila’s, chicken who was born with deformed feet and now wore shoes made for Barbie dolls. Ria wanted to see a picture and Matilda promised her Daddy had some on his phone and he would show her.
He nudged his husband and nodded toward their baby, “She seems very happy, Wizard.”
“She does”, Joel agreed, “And the adults seem pretty cool. What do you think?”
“I say, as long as we don’t overcommit ourselves, and get to know everyone a little better, it’s worth a shot. I do like that Poppet will have so many friends for the trips I have to take.”
“I agree, Brianic”, Joel nodded. “Do you think anyone here loves musicals?”
“I’m sure there’s at least 1 other besides Jennifer and Brittany”, Stefan chuckled.
Stefan scanned the area - a habit of his and he noticed 2 of the group standing a little away, deep in conversation - and not a ‘happy’ one. He nudged his husband again, “What do you think that’s about?” He pointed to the pair.
“Doesn’t look happy”, Joel said.
Jennifer turned to see where Stefan was pointing.
“Oh no”, she whispered.
The afternoon happiness was split by a loud, booming voice.
“Just what the fuck do you want from me?” Bucky yelled.
He and Y/N were mere inches from each other and though he towered over her, Y/N didn’t back down.
“I want you gone!” Y/N shrieked, “I don’t want you anywhere near me ever again!”
“You sure as hell didn’t mind me keeping your shop afloat, did you?”
“I didn’t have a say in that. Did I?”
“So, you would have wanted it to implode while you recovered? Next time I’ll remember that.”
“You hope there is a next time.”
“God damn it, Y/N!”
“You’ve never forgiven me for what happened between me and Steve.”
All the blood drained from Matilda's face. She couldn’t breathe - the fear that bubbled in her belly was almost overwhelming. Fergus jumped onto the bench and practically wrapped himself around her. After the first shock, the Dino Pals gathered around her, trying to surround her with their love. The Battle Sisters, Nessa and Chloe, stood in front of their friends, becoming a barrier.
Matilda moaned, “No…no…why don’t they stop?”
All this anger and yelling frightened Ria and she ran to her Daddies. Adam and Indy followed her. He tapped her shoulder gently and waited until she turned her face to him.
“I’m sorry they’re acting like a maggot”, He spoke gently, “I know it’s scary. Would you like me and Indy to sit with you? Would you like me to hold your hand?”
Ria had climbed into Joel’s lap, but she nodded, though her eyes reflected the fear she felt, “Yes, Adam. Please.”
Joel and Stefan made room for the little boy and his dog.
Y/N and Bucky were oblivious to everyone around them, while the Avengers and the MAD Squad were so shocked by this eruption of anger, no one moved right away.
“It’s not up to me”, Bucky’s voice was filled with scorn, “That’s all in Steve’s court.”
“In Steve’s court? Are you that blind? You wanted him to take my daughter from me!”
“Damn right I did. You always fail to acknowledge she is as much his as she is yours.”
“You think he’s the better parent! You don’t think I’m a good mother!”
“He is. Who does she run to when she’s upset? If he’s here, he’s the one she goes to. The problem is you’re too worried about appearing to be a good mother, it blinds you to your daughter’s needs!”
“How dare you? You have no idea what I’m doing!”
Ria held tightly to Adam’s hand and she caught his eye, “I’m sorry I ruined everything.”
Steve was finally on their way. He had missed most of this meetup and he resented the last minute conference with General Ross and the Secretary of Defense. He wanted to run, but didn’t want to attract attention, so he jogged, holding himself to a pace that would not attract any attention. But he was frustrated - this was one of his days with his baby, and he had missed a good part of it. He hurried as fast as he could - he didn’t want to miss any more time.
“I’m sorry I ruined everything”, Ria whispered to her fathers.
Joel held her a little tighter and Adam squeezed her hand, "You didn’t.”
That sad statement snapped Ryan out of her shock. She began to stand but Caoimhe was already moving. She stepped between Bucky and Y/N. She shoved them away from each other. Y/N stepped back, but she couldn’t move Bucky. She turned to glare at him and Bucky was so surprised at the look of rage on her face that he stepped back.
Bucky and Y/N both tried to restart their argument, but Caoimhe yelled, demanding their attention, “HEY!!!!...HEY!!!! What the fuck is wrong with the two of you? Jesus H. Christ, I don’t believe you’re acting this way. I cannot believe what’s happening. Where do you think you two are? A boxing ring? Jesus, Mary and St, Joseph and the donkey they rode in on, there are children here. Do you understand?? Children!”
Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but Caoimhe didn’t give her a chance, “Shut the fuck up! Both of you! You should be ashamed of yourselves. Look at these poor children - look at the fear you’ve put into their eyes! Ria thinks this is her fault, but only you two are to blame!”
As Steve entered the park he could hear someone yelling - this someone had an Irish accent - was Ryan dressing someone down? He picked up speed, fearing the worst. The scene he encountered was not something he expected. Y/N and Bucky were facing each other with Caoimhe between them - she was the one yelling.
“Are you proud of yourselves”, Caoimhe continued, her anger at these 2 adults not cooling, “You are both adults - I’ve been told you love all these children. But that’s not what I see. I see 2 very selfish people who have to hurt each other with grievances, real or imagined. I don’t give a damn which it is!”
Both Bucky and Y/N glanced at the children and they were ashamed, both dropping their heads in embarrassment.
“Don’t try it! Don’t you fucking try to show remorse now, for Christ’s sake!” Caoimhe didn’t back down, “Look at these children!..Look!” she demanded.
Y/N and Bucky looked at the Dinos, seeing a mixture of sadness, shock and anger. They both tried to drop their heads again, but Caoimhe wasn’t having it.
“See the harm you caused. Don’t be looking away from it. I hope by God Almighty, these looks are burned into your souls!”
Steve was finally close enough, “What the fuck is going on?” Before he could get an answer, he heard his most favorite voice in the
world, full of unshed tears, “Daddy?”
He turned and quickly spotted her surrounded by her Dino Pals. He rushed to her and she threw herself into his arms.
“Daddy”, she moaned into his shoulder, “Why? Why are they always so angry? Why do they want to ruin today?”
“I don’t know, little one”, he soothed. She had her face buried in his shoulder so he glared at Y/N and Bucky. Both were surprised at the anger that flashed across his face, before he turned his attention to his daughter. He stood, holding her in his arms, Fergus standing on his hind legs so his little hooman would know he was near.
Ryan joined her sister, “Are you two done being maggots now?” When neither answered, she pushed each one gently. “Back to neutral corners…NOW!” she commanded.
Bruce tapped Bucky, from behind, on his shoulder, “Come on, James. Please come with me.”
He followed Bruce a little away from the group.
Ryan took her sister’s hand, “Thank you for that.” She took Y/N’s hand, “Let’s step over here.”
They were intercepted by Tori, “It’s OK, Ryan. Stay with your sister. Come on, Y/N.”
Y/N sheepishly followed Tori.
The two sisters rejoined Matt and Foggy.
“Sorry”, Caoimhe sipped water, “I’m afraid I made the scene worse. I shouldn’t have gotten involved.”
Foggy chuckled, “I don’t know about anyone else, but that was awesome! And that’s exactly what those 2 needed to hear.”
Matt nodded in agreement, “That sounded like you’ve done that before.”
Caoimhe chuckled, “That’s the voice I use when 2 soldiers are fighting in camp. Gets their attention every time.”
“Remind me never to get on your bad side”, Matt smiled.
Caoimhe turned very serious, “Just don’t hurt my sister and you won’t have to be worrying about me.”
“Cross my heart”, Matt said as he did exactly as he said.
The Dino Pals surrounded Steve and Matilda, wanting to ensure she was OK. Steve crouched down, so they could and Fergus could snuggle with his baby.
Tony had been speaking quietly to the adults, while Sam approached Ria, Adam, Indy, Joel and Stefan. He crouched in front of the children.
“Hi, Ria”, he smiled, “Hi, Adam.”
“Hi, Uncle Sam.”
“Hi, Mr. Sam.”
“How are you you feeling, Ria?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“I know that was a lot of drama and whatever you feel is OK…angry…confused…”
Adam squeezed her hand, “It’s OK. You can tell Uncle Sam.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin today.”
Sam and Joel locked eyes, and Joel kissed the back of her head.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Ria. This is all on Mr. James and Ms. Y/N.”
“That’s right, Ria. They’ve been angry at each other for a long time”, Adam explained.
“Adam’s right, Ria”, Sam confirmed. He was very aware that both her fathers were listening carefully, “7 years ago, we were friends. But Y/N had to leave and we had to accept that. We met Y/N and Matilda again 3 years ago and it’s been good. But James and Y/N were still angry over something that happened 7 years ago. This is the 1st time they’ve yelled like that and I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s OK, Ria”, Adam encouraged, “You can tell Uncle Sam how you really felt.”
She looked unsure and Sam waited patiently and finally, she spoke softly, “I was scared.”
“I’m so sorry, Ria. And when James and Y/N realize they scared you, they will be sorry too.”
“I’m not always scared. When there’s a lot of noise, if it’s happy noise, it’s OK. But when it’s angry noise, it makes me nervous.”
Sam leaned a little closer and whispered, “Can I tell you a secret?”
She nodded.
“It makes me nervous too. And all the adults. You saw that every adult here was surprised and nervous. None of us knew what to do.”
“Except Aintín Caoimhe”, Adam added.
“That’s right”, Sam said, “But that’s because Aintín Caoimhe is a doctor and sometimes people get mad and yell at doctors.”
“That’s not nice. Doctors are trying to help”, Ria shook her head.
“You’re right”, Sam nodded.
“Thank you, Mr. Sam. I feel a lot better.”
“I’m glad.”
“Do you want to go to our friends now?” Adam asked.
“Yes, please. Matilda is very upset.”
The 2 Dinos stood and ran to the rest of the Pals, followed closely by Indy.
Sam waved to the table, “Mind if I sit?”
Joel and Stefan nodded and Jennifer handed him a beer.
“To begin, I am so sorry for the behavior of my family. All I can say is they're just assholes right now.”
“Not really”, Brittany tapped the table, “They’re maggots.”
“I beg to differ”, Jennifer corrected, “Ryan says they’re acting like the maggot.”
“Be that as it may”, Sam said, “I know, after seeing that, that it would be hard to believe they have never gone this far before. Honestly, they are in therapy to work this out and up to this point there has only been nasty looks and snide comments.”
“It’s obvious they don’t like each other very much”, Stefan said.
“I know”, Sam admitted.
“Sam is right though”, Jennifer added, "They have never acted that way before. And we’ve had a lot of get togethers and Holidays with both of them.”
“But we want the both of you and Ria to understand that this will not be allowed to happen again.”
“What do you propose?” Stefan cut right to the point.
“Well, I would discuss it with my family, but as I see it, the simplest solution would be that for every get together or Holiday, in the foreseeable future, only 1 of them come. We’ll rotate for each time we’re together. At least, until they are able to be civil to each other at all times.”
Joel nodded, “That sounds like a solution, for now. Would everyone go along with it?”
Brittany nodded, “I’m sure they would. We’re all tired of being on alert at these things.”
Joel turned to his husband, “What do you think?”
Stefan scratched his cheek, “While I’m not thrilled that our daughter was scared today, I-”
“We’re all human, Stefan, and sometimes we act stupid”, Joel interrupted.
“I know”, Stefan said, patiently, “May I finish?”
He waited until his husband nodded.
“I know how happy Poppet is that she is finally a Dino Pal and I would really hate to take it away from her.”
“Thank you”, Sam smiled.
Tony had been making his way among the parents and finally reached this table.
“Look, I know that sucked”, he began, “And we can all see how upset the kids are. I’m so sorry that members of our families acted this way. I think it would be good for us to try to finish this on a good note. So, here’s my idea…as long as everyone agrees to it.”
Ria, Adam and Indy had joined the rest of the Dinos surrounding Matilda and Steve. She held tightly to her Father, and had turned a tear stained face to him.
“It’s OK, little one”, he cooed to her, “It’s all over now. And I’m here. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
“It’s OK, Daddy”, she murmured.
“No it’s not”, his mind accused him, but he slammed that thought away, focusing completely on his baby.
“Daddy, I want to go home, please”, she asked.
“Are…are you sure, little one? Wouldn’t you rather we stay here with your friends?”
She shook her head, “I want to stay, Daddy, but I’m so embarrassed. Please, can we go home?”
May slowly walked to Tori and Y/N.
“Y/N, I’m going to ask James to come here for a moment. Please let’s not have a repeat, OK?” she said gently.
Y/N didn’t answer, but nodded her head. Tori squeezed her hand, encouragingly.
May walked to Bruce and Bucky and brought them over.
Neither would look at the other, but Y/N whispered, “Please don’t lecture us. We know we crossed a line.”
“No lectures”, May assured. She spoke gently, using the voice she sometimes used with Peter, “This is difficult to say and will be difficult for both of you to hear. But right now, for the sake of the children, I think both of you should go home.”
Bucky sucked in a breath as if she had slapped him, while Y/N sniffled and brushed tears from her eyes.
“I know it sounds cruel. I’m not trying to be. But we want to calm the children and I don’t know if you both realize you scared Ria. Please…it will be easier if you go now and you can see Tilda a little later.”
Rhodey joined the group as Bruce put his arm around Bucky, “Come on, James. We’ll go to your place and regroup, OK?”
“I’ll come to”, Rhodey said, “And I promise…no lectures.”
Bucky nodded and mumbled, “Sorry.” He followed Bruce and Rhodey.
May waited for Y/N.
“Can I say goodbye to Ducky, first?”
“Of course”, May nodded.
Steve heard Y/N approach him from behind, so he stood and faced her.
“Mama’s here, little one”, he cooed.
Y/N was very aware that the Dinos seemed to go on alert and she couldn’t read Steve. His face was a mask, but she was sure he was angry. She rubbed Matilda’s back and both parents felt their baby tighten her muscles.
“Ducky?” Y/N asked, “Would you look at me?”
She shook her head against her Father’s shoulder.
“Ducky, please? I’m really sorry.”
She waited a few moments, but the little girl steadfastly refused to look up.
“OK, Ducky”, Y/N swallowed her tears, “You’re angry with me and you have every right to be. I just wanted to let you know I am really sorry. I’m going to go home now. OK?”
Again, Matilda did not look up.
Y/N sighed and nodded, tears gathering along her lashes, “I love you, Ducky.”
Steve relaxed his face and gently grasped her arm, squeezing to offer some kind of assurance, “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, OK?”
“OK, Ducky”, Y/N had to leave before she cried and made her daughter feel worse. “I love you, Ducky”, she repeated as she walked away.
“I love you too, Mama”, Matilda said.
Ryan and Caoimhe (kwee - va) hugged as Claire came to join them
“Matthew will take you to the airport and please let me know when you’ve gotten back safely.”
“I will”, Caoimhe promised.
Claire slipped her arm through Ryan’s, “And where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to help Tori take care of Y/N. Matthew will take my sister to the airport.”
Claire’s eyebrows almost disappeared, “You’re going to let a blind man take your sister to the airport?”
Matt laughed, “We’re going to take a cab.”
“Nonsense”, Claire waved that suggestion away, “Ryan, stay with your sister and see her off. I’ll go with Y/N and Tori. It’s OK.”
“Are you sure?”
“We’ve been her friends since Maddie, Tilda and Nessa became best friends. It’s all good.”
“If she needs me, please call me.”
“We will…promise.”
Caoimhe hugged Claire, “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome”, Claire hugged her back, “It was a pleasure to meet you and when you come back I promise we will have those 2 whipped into shape.”
“I don’t doubt it”, Caoimhe (kwee - va) chuckled.
Steve was crouched down again, his baby in his arms and her hand on Fergus' head.
“Please, Tilda, don’t go”, Nessa said, “We want to stay together. We can still have fun.”
“We promise”, Gabe added.
“I think that might be a good idea”, Steve encouraged, “What do you think, little one?”
She shrugged her shoulders as Tony joined them, also crouching down to be at eye level with the kids.
“You know”, Tony smiled, “I know everyone is very upset about what happened. But I think we can still have a good day. I know a place a few blocks from here that has milkshakes as big as your faces. Why don’t we go there and finish celebrating your newest Dino Pal?...my treat.”
“Please, Tilda. It sounds like fun”, Ember said.
Tony waggled his eyebrows, “I can show you a picture of a few of their milkshakes…you know…to sweeten the pot.”
Yes, please, Uncle Tony”, Adam encouraged.
Tony fished his phone out of his pocket and made a show of searching his photos. He barely whispered, knowing Steve would hear him, “I’ve spoken with everyone else and they’ve agreed to go, if you and Baby Cap want to.”
Steve gave a slight nod as Tony found the picture he was looking for, displaying it for Matilda and the Dinos.
“These are just 3 types that they have. There’s a lot more. What do you think?” (MILKSHAKES)
Every child oohed and aahed…even Matilda. She kissed her Father’s cheek, “Daddy, can I have a milkshake as big as my face?”
Steve smiled, “Yes, you can.”
“Will you help me if I can’t finish it?”
Steve swallowed against the massive dose of sugar he knew he was going to have, “Yes, I will”, he promised.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Uncle Tony.”
“OK, Dinos”, Tony said, “Aintín Caoimhe, has to leave for the airport soon. Why don’t you all say goodbye?”
Steve put his baby on her feet as Sam joined them.
“OK, my chickdees, let’s go say goodbye to Aintín Caoimhe.”
The Dinos followed Sam as Steve and Tony stood.
“Thanks for salvaging the day, Tony”, Steve said.
“We can’t let them think about this day and be sad. Thanks for letting her get the milkshake.”
Steve shook his head and chuckled, “I may regret that decision.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll help”, Tony promised.
Steve looked around, “They both left?”
“Yeah. But they’re not alone. Tori and Claire went with Y/N and Bruce and Rhodey went with Bucky.”
Steve nodded. “I have to go say goodbye to Caoimhe (kwee - va). I have something for her.”
“OK. We’re going to move all the leftovers to Mike’s bakery and we can pick them up after the ice cream.”
When it was Matilda’s turn, she hugged Caoimhe.
“Aintín Caoimhe, can I ask a question?”
“You can ask me anything, Matilda.”
“How many times do you and Aintín Ryan talk to each other when you’re away?”
“We normally talk with each other once a month. We use WhatsApp.”
“That’s good, but I know when my Daddy goes away for work I get nervous. We have Phil and he can let me know Daddy is OK. I think Aintín Ryan gets nervous when you’re away. She really misses you.”
“I miss her too…a lot.”
“Maybe you could text her once a week. Just say “Hi. I’m OK. I love you.’ And she can do the same for you.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Thank you for suggesting that.”
“You’re welcome. When will you come back for a visit?”
“As soon as I can. We have to sleep in the Museum of Natural History. But now, I have a favor to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“I need you and your Mummy and your Da and Matthew to take good care of my sister while I’m gone.”
“We will, Aintín Caoimhe. I promise.”
“Thank you, Matilda."
Steve waited until all the Dinos were done with their goodbyes and Ronnie and Riley had gathered them again.
“I’m glad we shared dinner last night, Steven, or I wouldn’t know you”, Caoimhe (kwee - va) teased, “Next time, we’ll have more time.”
“I look forward to that", Steve said, “But before you go, I have something for you.” He opened his backpack and handed her a Bento Box. (BENTO).
“Steven, this is beautiful. Thank you.”
“That’s not the best part”, Ryan said, “Open it.”
She did and discovered a wonderful looking meal (BENTOMEAL). “Steven, that was so kind of you. But you didn’t have to buy this for me.”
“He didn’t buy it. He made it”, Sam chuckled, “Showing off again, Rogers?”
Steve blushed, “I thought it would be better than airline food.”
“If Steve made it, you are in for a treat”, Foggy said.
“Thank you, Steven. When I come back you must let me take you to dinner.”
“Good luck with that”, Matt said.
“Not to worry”, Caoimhe (kwee - va) shrugged, “I can be very stubborn.”
“Do we have to pick up the vaccines before we go to the airport?” Matt asked.
“No. They’ll meet us. Let me finish my goodbyes and we can be on our way.”
Mike and John transported the leftovers to the bakery, while Tony and Foggy hurried ahead to Elysian Sip Shop. Tony asked to speak with the manager, handing the man his black card.
“I have a large group of people coming and we’d all like to sit together. Is it possible to arrange the tables?”
The manager agreed, only because it was early and his only customers now sat in the numerous booths. Tables were arranged in the center of the shop to accommodate the group.
Once everything was set up to their satisfaction, Tony and Foggy stepped outside. Their group was spotted almost immediately. There was no missing them. The Dino Pals walked in front of everyone and Foggy nudged Tony, pointing to them. The children all held hands - they appeared to be a wall of children walking down the street. However, they were laughing and talking - even Baby Cap seemed a little happier.
The Dinos were followed closely by Sam, Steve, Ronnie and Riley, with the rest of the family behind them. Foggy opened the door as Tony climbed down the steps to greet them. He clapped his hands.
“Hi, guys. We’re all ready for you, but you have to let go of each others’ hands. The door isn’t big enough for you all to fit through together”, he teased.
The kids giggled and Tony instructed, “There’s a man waiting for you inside. You’ll know it’s him because he’s holding a very big stack of menus. His name is Cary. He’ll show you where our tables are.”
“Chickadees”, Sam said from behind them, “Let Riley go first, then a single file of you, then Ronnie.”
“OK, Uncle Sam.”
When Riley got to the door, Foggy advised, “Let them choose where to sit…OK?”
“Got it, Uncle Foggy.”
As they followed Cary the children looked around at everything. The walls, booths, tables and chairs were a warm, dark wood, with initials carved everywhere on tabletops, walls, etc. The counter was a lighter wood with the “Elysian Sips” mascot - a unicorn eating ice cream under a cherry blossom tree - hand painted on it, fronted by stools with deep red leather seats. The chair seats matched the stools - deep red leather. Tiffany style lamps hung from the ceilings - red and white with ice cream cones dancing around the sides. Behind the counter, everything was shiny stainless steel and glass, meticulously clean. The walls were decorated with pictures of unicorns - Moonbeam and her friends - enjoying the treats they made at the shop. The servers wore all white with a bright red apron with their mascot - Moonbeam Sprinkles - embroidered on the bib. In the corner was a revolving shelf with plenty of Moonbeam Sprinkles figurines (MOONBEAM).
The adults followed the children, discovering they had chosen to sit together at the center tables. Everyone else gathered around.
Steve was sitting as close to his baby as possible, separated from her only by Ria and Adam. She seemed calmer…almost happy…and he was grateful the Dino Pals helped each other when it was needed.
The kids were comparing the menus trying to decide which milkshake to have.
Matilda slipped out of her chair and ran to her Dad, “Daddy?”
“Yes, little one?”
“Did you eat today?”
“I did”, he assured.
“What did you eat?”
“I had breakfast, little one.”
She frowned, “That’s all?”
He hugged and kissed her, “Thank you for worrying about me, but I’m OK. Did you pick your milkshake?”
“Yesh. I’m going to have a Sweet-N-Salty milkshake.” She pointed to it on the menu. “See, Daddy. It has chocolate peanut butter ice cream with M&Ms, peanut butter cups, pretzel rods, chocolate covered pretzels and sprinkles, whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle.” (SWEETNSALTY).
Steve’s eyes widened, but he nodded, “OK, little one. Sounds delicious.”
She ran back to her seat.
Mike and John made it just in time for orders. Cary started with the children and when he reached Matilda, she pointed to her father and said, “My Daddy will have a double bacon cheeseburger with fry fries. I will have a Sweet-N-Salty milkshake. Daddy, how do you want your burgers cooked?”
“Little one”, Steve’s voice revealed his surprise, “Really. I’m OK.”
“Daddy, we saved food for you at the park, but you didn’t get to eat it. Are you hungry?”
Before he could answer, Tony stood up. “Listen, to reiterate, this is my treat. Please order whatever you’d like - doesn’t have to be ice cream. And Steve, please tell Cary how you would like your burger cooked. You’re holding up the rest of our orders.”
Steve put his hands up in surrender, “OK. Thanks, Tony. Um…I’d like the burgers medium rare.”
Joel was sitting next to Tony and he nudged him, “Tony, really. This is a lot of people. Please let Stefan and I chip in.”
“No thank you”, Tony assured him, “This was my idea. But, no worries, you’ll have plenty of opportunities…that’s if you still want to hang out with our bunch of weirdos.”
Stefan and Joel exchanged a glance.
“We do”, Stefan said.
“Listen, Tony”, Joel started, “I will admit that that explosion kinda put us on alert. But we watched how your group handled it - with care and love, putting the kids first. And we also love how quickly Ria has been accepted. Being a ‘different’...”he used air quotes, “child, sometimes it’s difficult for her to be accepted.”
“I’m glad she feels that way”, Tony smiled, “And I promise we will be discussing what to do to avoid that situation again.”
“I think Sam has some ideas”, Stefan said.
“I’m sure he does. Now, what are we having?”
Steve had saved his fries knowing his girl would need help with the milkshake. All the kids did and their parents jumped in. He had hoped the salty fries would cut the sweetness…but he could still taste the sugar that coated his mouth.
Everyone followed Mike back to his bakery to retrieve their leftovers. Thankfully, none of the Dinos asked for extra sweets. Steve knew Matilda was still angry as she didn’t ask for anything extra for her Mama or her Uncle.
Goodbyes took a while - every child needed to hug every other child, every pet and every adult, and finally, it was done. Tony promised to call Joel and Stefan to set up the trial Dino Pal chat for Tuesday night and ensure Ria would be ready to virtually meet the rest later in the week.
Steve and his baby walked home, his heart a little lighter. He had walked into a storm that he should have been there to prevent and his girl had been upset and embarrassed. Deep in the pit of his stomach he could feel the roiling anger, but he would not give vent to it. The day had ended very well, thanks to the Dinos and Tony. Matilda wasn’t as talkative on their walk home, but she held his hand, her other one on her best friend and sometimes she hummed.
As he unlocked their front door, he heard her suck in a breath and saw her eyes slide to Bucky’s door. He knew Bucky was probably there and he hoped he wasn’t alone.
Once inside, he crouched down to catch his baby’s eyes - so blue like his own…no, actually…she had his Mother’s eyes.
“How about a cup of tea, my girl?”
“Yes, please”, she twirled her fingers and he took them and kissed them.
“You OK?”
“Yes, Daddy”, she glanced back toward the front door, “But can I ask a favor?”
“Anything, my girl.”
“Can it just be me and you tonight? Nobody else.”
He nodded, “Yes we can. What do you think we should do?”
She tapped her chin, “Ummm. we could color…or play a game…can we play checkers?”
“We can.”
“Daddy, when are we going to plant our vegetables?”
“Soon. Should we go online and decide which ones we want?”
“Can we plant mini cucumbers and mini peppers.”
“Sure.”
“We already plant mini tomatoes, so now we can have mini salads”, she covered her mouth, delighted at her mini joke.
Steve chuckled, “Good one, my girl. Uncle Mike would be proud. What should we do first?”
“Checkers!”
“Good idea. You get the board and I’ll make tea.”
She ran, chased by her best friend.
Matilda giggled wildly, music to Steve’s ears, as her pawn made it to the other side of the board.
“King me, Daddy!”
“You’ve been practicing”, Steve said, “Who have you been playing with?”
“Uncle Foggy!”
“Well, he’s taught you well”, he picked up one of his discarded pawns and began to place it on top of her’s.
“Wait!” she hovered her hand over the pawn, “Queen me. And remember the sticker, please.”
He chuckled, “OK…Queen you, it is.”
He showed her the sticker sheet (CROWNS), “Which one would you like?”
She chose her sticker, then used her marker to color it orange. He placed it atop her new Queen.
They battled across the board, she crowing every time she took one of his pawns.
He had Queened her 3rd piece and she was studying the board.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, my girl?”
“Do you think Aintín Ryan will be sad?”
“I think she will, my girl. I’m sure she’s going to miss Caoimhe (kwee - va) very much.”
“Can we visit her tomorrow? I want to make something that could cheer her up.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know. Something I can put snacks in.”
Steve scratched his chin, then took out his phone, “I saw this a few days ago and thought it looked like fun. We can go after school tomorrow and after dinner we can take it to Aintín Ryan.”
He handed her his phone and her eyes lit up. “This is perfect, Daddy! (CHARCUTERIE ). She can make her own charcuterie.”
“I think it’s big enough to share with Uncle Matt, if she wants to. We’ll go tomorrow, after school and you can paint it for her.” He found an opening and jumped 2 of her pawns, reaching her edge of the board. “King me, my girl.”
“You’re so sneaky, Daddy.” He laughed. She colored his crown sticker blue.
“Well, I have been playing longer than you.”
She nodded and he noticed, again, that her eyes strayed to their front door.
“Can I ask what you’re thinking about so hard?” he gently asked.
“Trying to win this game”, she declared.
He smiled, “I can see that. But is there anything else on your mind?”
She examined the checker board, then shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know”, she mumbled.
“OK”, he reached for her hand as Fergus placed a paw in her lap, “I just hope you know we can talk about anything…anything you’d like.”
She wouldn’t look at him and began to fidget with the pieces.
“I’m sorry, my girl”, he squeezed the hand he held, “I didn’t mean to make you feel unhappy. How about we get back to our game?”
“You didn’t make me unhappy”, she glanced up at him, “That’s not what I’m feeling.”
“Would you like to tell me?”
“I don’t know. I don’t like to feel this way.”
“OK. We don’t have to talk about anything.”
“Daddy, I’m sorry. But I’m mad…big mad.”
“I can understand that.”
He could almost hear the internal debate she was having..she hesitated, but sighed, “I’m mad and I’m embarrassed….why can’t….can’t….” Tears began to line her eyes and her father was by her side quickly. He opened his arms and she fell into him. He sat on the floor, legs crossed, holding his whole life in his arms. Fergus climbed into his lap to be closer to his little hooman.
He just wanted to take this pain away from her, knowing that was impossible. He rocked her and hummed his Mother’s song…all he wanted was to comfort her. A few moments passed, but the tears didn’t fall.
“If you need to cry, my girl…..just let it out.”
“I don’t want to cry, Daddy. Crying is for when you’re sad and I’m not sad….I’m mad.”
“Sometimes tears come when you’re mad”, he explained, “It’s because you are so frustrated.”
“But I don’t want to cry!”
He nodded as she snuggled in his arms, “Then you don’t have to cry.”
He held her as she mastered her feelings. “Daddy…?”
“Yes, my girl?”
“Will Mama and Uncle Bucky ever stop fighting?”
“I hope so.”
Once she began to talk, she couldn’t seem to stop.
“They said some very mean things to each other and they were yelling and they scared Ria and made her think it was her fault then Aintín Caoimhe had to yell at them and stop them then you came and they both got quiet will it always be this way, Daddy?”
“I don’t believe it will, but I think that sometimes it’s going to be hard on everyone.”
She sat back to catch his eyes, “But, Daddy, I don’t want that. It’s not fair that everyone has to be worried about whether they will fight.”
“I’m sure”, Steve could feel his temper flaring. What the hell was wrong with these too? He forced himself to unlock his jaw and gather his daughter closer to himself. “First, I think I should call Ria and apologize to her.”
“No, Daddy”, she shook her head, “You don’t have to apologize.”
“I think I should. Uncle Bucky is my best friend and your Mama…well, we’re your parents. I don’t want Ria to feel like she’s not wanted, because I know that’s not true. Then I should apologize to Joel and Stefan.”
“Daddy, Adam spoke with Ria and let her know it wasn’t her fault and we all wanted her as a Dino Pal.”
“OK. She seemed happy at the milkshake shop.”
“She was, Daddy.”
He would still call Ria, Joel and Stefan later to apologize. But right now, his baby and all she was feeling was more important.
She wiped the tears from her eyes, “Daddy, what are we going to do?”
“I think we keep talking with our therapists. In fact, would you like me to see if you can speak with Bec tomorrow?”
“I don’t know”, she moaned, “Sometimes I don’t know if it helps me.”
“Oh, my girl”, he kissed her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear, “I know it feels that way sometimes, but working with a therapist is hard. We have so many feelings tangled up inside us, it takes time to figure it all out.”
“Like being mad and embarrassed and sad, but I still love Mama and Uncle Bucky.”
“Exactly.”
“OK. I think I want to see Bec.”
He hugged her tight, “I’ll call her in the morning.”
She nodded, “But what are we going to do, Daddy. I don’t want that to happen again.”
He sighed, burying the need to go and rage at Bucky and Y/N, “I
think the family and the MAD Squad are going to have to talk so we can figure out how we make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
“Daddy, I’m still mad. If I said such mean things to any of the Dinos, Mama would be angry and I would be grounded.”
“We’ll figure this out, my girl. We’ll figure out some way to ensure this doesn’t happen again. I promise.”
“Daddy, maybe you shouldn’t promise.”
He kissed her hair, “My girl, You know I never make a promise I don’t believe I can keep.”
“OK, Daddy. I trust you.”
“Thank you, my girl.”
She kissed her best friend’s nose, “Thank you, my Fergie, for helping me. You are the bestus boy. Can I give him a T-R-E-A-T?”
Fergus' tail began to wag wildly as he jumped up, dancing around his hoomans.
Steve grimaced, “I think our bestus boy has learned how to spell.”
“Oh no! That’s not good.”
“We’re going to have to come up with a different name for that. But I think he’s getting a little impatient.”
Fergus had begun to nudge both of them with his nose.
Matilda stood and kissed her best friend between his ears, “OK, my Fergie. Come on. Then I have to come back and beat Daddy at checkers!”
As she ran off he thought she seemed a little bit lighter, but the anger in his heart wanted out. He doused those flames with thoughts of his Mother and his Daughter. There will be a time and place to release his anger, but not today. He stood to his full height, stretched and drew a deep breath.
“So, my girl, you think you can beat me? We’ll see about that.”
Matilda was in her room with her best friend, as Steve prepared dinner. She wanted pizza bagels and Steve only had mini bagels. She was thrilled, declaring their mini vegetables would go great on the mini pizzas - when they had some.
He had just put the pizzas in the oven when there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find a contrite Bucky on his doorstep, Bruce and Rhodey standing behind him. He could see Bucky felt guilty - he examined his shoes, his hands were in his pocket and his hair hid his face.’
“Hey, Buck.”
“Hi, Steve. I was waiting for Hobbit to come and see me, but I guess she needed a break. Look, Steve, I’m really sor-”
“Don’t…please”, Steve was working on keeping his voice neutral, “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”
“You’re right. Can I see Hobbit?” He was surprised when Steve didn’t invite him in right away, but, deep down, he could understand it.
“She’s in her room. One minute.” He turned and called his baby, “My girl, Uncle Bucky is here to see you.”
She spoke softly, but both Super Soldiers heard her - “No.”
Bucky felt as if she had slapped him. He looked up, trying to see past Steve.
“My girl”, Steve called tenderly, “Are you sure?”
She came to her doorway and raised her voice, “No, Daddy. I’m still mad and I don’t want to talk to you right now, Uncle Bucky.”
Steve knew Bucky was upset. He took his arm and squeezed, “Give her a little time, Buck. Please go to the Tower tonight and we will talk about it in the morning.”
“OK”, Bucky sighed, "If that's what she wants.” He took a breath, “I really fucked up, didn’t I.”
He wouldn’t make his brother feel any worse than he already did, “Mistakes were made. But, if we all work at it, we can get past it. It’s just going to take a little more time, Buck.”
“Will she forgive me?”
“She will”, Steve said with certainty, “She just needs to process her emotions right now.”
“OK”, Bucky nodded, “I’ll speak with you in the morning.” He tried to see the little girl behind her father, but she remained in her bedroom doorway.
Rhodey tapped Bucky’s shoulder, “Let’s go, Buck.”
“Yeah”, Bucky nodded. “Goodnight, Hobbit. I love you.” He turned to leave when Matilda ran to the end of the hallway. She stamped her foot.
“Uncle Bucky”, her voice demanded, “You’re wrong. My Mama is a very good Mama and I love her very much.”
Bucky sighed, “I’ll remember that, Hobbit.” He turned to follow Bruce and Rhodey and just before Steve closed the door she yelled, “I’m mad, but I love you, Uncle Bucky.” As the door closed, Steve heard Bruce, “You see, Buck. She just needs to work everything through in her mind.”
Steve turned to his baby, “Are you OK, my girl?”
“Did I make you mad, Daddy?”
“Not at all. You were polite, but you explained what you wanted and how you felt.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She returned to her room with her best friend and Steve returned to the kitchen to finish dinner.
After dinner they took Fergus for a walk. The fresh air seemed to revive her spirit, but he was worried about what was underneath. Once they returned home, she wanted to plan their garden. He pulled up an app for planting and they walked around their raised garden beds.
“First, it says we should add more compost and topsoil to ensure the plants can grow. Now what should we plant this year?”
They examined the seed catalog and decided on replanting cherry tomatoes and mini cucumbers. Steve let her choose and her picks were mini varieties of pepper - red and yellow, eggplant, squash, radishes and sugar snap peas. Together they decided to try pole beans which needed support to grow, blackberries and mini watermelons.
In their herb garden, they chose basil, chives, marjoram, oregano, rosemary, sage and thyme.
They also decided to expand their sunflower bed by adding shasta daisies, zinnias and marigolds.
They decided to add another small raised bed for hibiscus - this plant would be safe for Fergus and they discovered that this flower was especially attractive to bees, butterflies and hummingbirds.
Once the planning was done, they relaxed in their hammock. This had become Steve’s favorite place in their backyard - especially when his baby was with him.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Can we get some hummingbird feeders and butterfly feeders to hang in our gardens? We want them to come here lots.”
“I agree.”
“I have another favor to ask, Daddy.”
“What is it?”
“Can we have the Dino Pals all sleep over here? We can sleep out here and look at the stars?”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah. We can work on a Daisy badge and maybe Cub Scouts have a badge for Astronomy too.”
“Maybe. We’ll have to get their parents’ permission, then lots of sleeping bags and we’ll have to wait just a little bit until it’s a little warmer. OK?”
They stayed in the hammock, just resting in each other’s company. Steve was concerned. Matilda had not asked to speak with or see her Mama. Should he suggest it? He wasn’t sure. She said she was still mad and had refused to speak with Bucky. But, this was her Mama. When had this become so difficult to know what was right for his baby?
He hugged her, “Well, my girl. We have to get ready for tomorrow. I know your homework is done. Is your backpack ready for tomorrow?”
“Yesh. I made sure and it’s hanging by the front door on the hook.”
“Good. Now let’s get ready for bed.”
“OK, Daddy.”
He helped her out of the hammock and she started for the door back into their home, accompanied by her Fergie. Steve stood and took his phone out. Should I call Y/N or not?...Thankfully, the decision was taken out of his hand as the phone rang.
“Hi, Y/N”.
“Hi, Steve. Is Matilda there? May I speak with her.”
Her voice was raspy as if she had been crying…no, not if…Steve knew she had been crying. He kept his voice as neutral as possible.
“I’ll ask her, Y/N. I’ll put you on speaker.” He followed his baby into their home. She was walking down the hall to her room, but he stopped her.
“Little one?”
She turned to face him as he held out his phone, “Mama is on the phone and would like to speak with you.”
“No!” she stamped her foot, “No!”
“Ducky”, Y/N’s voice was full of hope, “Please Ducky. Can we talk about this?”
“No, Mama! I’m mad and I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Ummmm….OK….”
Steve heard her sniffle and try to control herself. He took her off speaker.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to force her.”
“No…that wouldn’t be right…..
“She’s still very upset. She refused to speak with Bucky too.”
“OK….I’m…..Steve, I’m sorry.”
He clamped down the angry retort that was on the tip of his tongue. “Please, Y/N”, he said softly, “Please don’t. I really don’t want to hear that right now.”
“OK. May I tell her one more thing, please?”
“Of course.” Matilda had gone into her room and he called her out.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Mama has something she wants to say to you.”
She didn’t answer, but stayed still. Steve put her back on speaker.
“Ducky, I just wanted to say that I’m very sorry I lost my temper today. But, more importantly, I love you.”
“I love you too, Mama. But, Uncle Bucky is a good uncle and I love him so much.”
“OK, Ducky. I understand.”
The little girl returned to her room, Fergus attached to her side.
Once she was showered and changed, Steve came in to read her a good night story - “A Wolf Called Fire” by Roseanne Parry.
She was tucked in her bed along with her best friend. He began to read the book, but found she was playing with her fingers and really not paying attention. He closed the book and gently captured her hands, “What are you feeling, my girl?”
This time, she didn’t hesitate, “Daddy, I’m still mad, but I think I made Mama and Uncle Bucky sad.”
“No, my girl. If they’re feeling sad, that’s the consequences of their actions. Do you understand what that means?”
“Yes. We talked about consequences in school. Like you can’t be mad if you don’t study and then you get a bad mark.”
“Exactly. Mama and Uncle Bucky fighting has now caused them to feel sad and that is not your fault.”
“But I said mean things to them.”
“What did you say, my girl?”
“I said I was mad at them. That was mean.”
“No..you told them how you felt and that’s OK. You weren’t rude..you just expressed your feelings. It’s OK to be mad.”
“I guess.”
“And then you told both of them that you didn’t want to talk about it right now. You told them that Mama is the best Mama and Uncle Bucky is a good uncle. And you told them that you love them - even if you’re mad, you still love them.”
“You sure?”
“I am.”
“Can I talk to them tomorrow?”
“If you’d like.”
She thought, then nodded. “Maybe I won’t be so mad tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan to me, my girl.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“You are the best Daddy.”
“Thank you, my girl. And you are the best daughter. Don’t tell the Dino Pals.”
She giggled, “I won’t. Promise.”
“Thank you.”
“Will you finish the story for me?”
“I would love to.”
Steve returned from his late night walk with Fergus. His baby was asleep in her bed and normally, Bucky would have been watching her. Tonight, however, Tasha greeted him as they came in the door.
As soon as he was off the leash, Fergus gave a quick greeting to her, then trotted down the hall to settle with his best friend.
“There’s a coffee waiting for you, Steve.”
“Thanks, Tasha.
She was on the sofa, legs curled under her, sipping tea and he joined her.
“Not a sound while you were gone.”
“Good”, he nodded as he took a sip, “How’s Bucky?”
“Regretting what he did…sad that she wouldn’t speak with him…a little relieved that she told him she still loves him…and a little worried that you won’t let him apologize.”
“She did the same when her Mama called.”
“Really?” Tasha sighed, “But, more importantly, how is my wing girl?”
“She was angry…she was embarrassed. I was surprised she didn’t want to speak with either of them. But I wouldn’t force her”, he paused….”Just before bed she was worried she had hurt their feelings.”
“Oh, no.”
“Yeah. We spoke about it. I hope I helped her understand that she was allowed to have her feelings. She stated how she felt and set a boundary - she didn’t want to speak with either of them today…and she wasn’t cruel…she just needed time and she took it.”
“I’m proud of her”, Tasha smiled, “She’s growing up.”
“I know….me too. I just wish this would get settled. She’s agreed to speak with Bec tomorrow.”
“Now…how are you?”
He didn’t hesitate, “Angry. I’ve been fighting my desire to yell.. Demand to have them explain themselves.” He closed his eyes and sipped his coffee, “However, that is not going to help this situation.”
Tasha smirked over her tea, “I could do it for you. I would love to do it.”
Steve smiled, “I’m sure you would and I appreciate the offer, but let’s hold off on that right now.”
“OK”, she nodded and finished her tea, “I’m gonna go. But let me know if you need my services.”
He walked her to the door and hugged her tightly, “Thanks for coming tonight, Tasha.”
“Anytime. Although next time I would appreciate a little time with my wing girl.”
“I’ll remember that. Please let me know when you’re back at the Tower.”
Tasha chuckled, “So chivalrous.” She kissed his cheek, “Don’t worry. I will.”
Ryan, Caoimhe and Matt sat in the Greenwich Lounge, Terminal 8, in JFK, waiting for the vaccines to be delivered.
Matt sat opposite the sisters who refused to be separated until absolutely necessary.
“Will those vaccines make it in time for your flight?” Ryan nudged her sister.
Caoimhe checked her watch, “They have time. They’ll deliver them pretty close to take off so the vaccines won’t degrade.”
“Makes sense”, Matt nodded.
“So, Matthew”, Caoimhe smiled, “You’ve heard a lot about me and teanglann (tal-di-ray, brat in Irish). May I ask you a few questions.”
“Ask whatever you like.”
“Were you born blind?”
He shook his head, “No, I was blinded when I was 8. A runaway truck swerved and crashed, spilling chemicals that sprayed into my eyes.”
“Foggy says you saved an old man’s life by pushing him out of the way. That’s why you were caught.”
Matt just shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever those chemicals were, they blinded me - permanently.”
“Do you remember colors?”
He smiled gently, “Yes. Especially blue. There’s a fountain in a small park near where I work. My Dad and I used to have ice cream there. I can still remember the blue of those tiles.”
“I wish I had time to see it.”
“We’ll take you next time”, Ryan offered.
Caoimhe asked, “What about your Mummy and Da? Have you met them, teanglann (tal-di-ray, brat in Irish)?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“My Mother left my Dad and I when I was a baby and my father passed when I was 10.”
“Oh, Matthew. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Of course you didn’t”, Matt smiled reassuringly.
“May I ask about your Mummy. If it’s too painful you can tell me to feck off.”
“No, it’s OK. My Mother suffered a severe case of postpartum depression and had to leave for her mental health.”
“I’m sorry that happened. Postpartum depression is just now being taken seriously - an egregious mistake. Have you heard from her, at all?”
Matt hated to lie - but his love knew nothing about his other life. “No”, he shook his head, “I haven’t. But I’ve learned to understand why she had to leave. I’ve forgiven her.”
“And your Da?”
“He was murdered when I was 10”, he stated flatly.
Her eyes bulged in surprise and she sucked in a breath, “Oh,
Matthew!”
He reached out and took her hand, “It’s OK. I’ve come to terms with my past.”
“May I ask what happened?”
He nodded, “After my Mother left, he raised me. He could have given me up, but he didn’t. He was a boxer - Battlin’ Jack Murdoch. He wasn’t the most successful boxer, but he made enough to keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. Even after I was blinded, he kept me with him. I loved him very much.”
“His Da taught him to box”, Ryan smiled at her love, “He still goes to the gym and keeps up the practice. It’s very amusing to see him in the ring with someone who feels sorry for him and tries to take it easy on him. Even better when it’s a bully.”
“Another reason for me to come back”, Caoimhe (kwee - va) smiled, “To see you box.”
Matt chuckled, “Of course.”
Please continue telling me about your Da.”
“Well, there was an up and coming boxer called Dynamite Dave - someone they fast tracked for the Championship belt”, He smiled sadly, “I know…stupid name. Anyway a mob boss called the Fixer needed my Dad to throw the match - even though he was a better boxer. He had agreed to take a dive, for a lot of money. But, I guess, he changed his mind. Maybe he wanted me to be proud of him. I hero worshipped him, believing him to be the best boxer, the best Dad in the world. Maybe he wanted to be the person I believed him to be.”
Matt shook off the wave of sadness he always felt when he spoke of his Dad’s last night. Ryan squeezed his hand and he smiled sadly.
“He chose to win that fight and bet on himself to win. He got great odds because most people knew the fix was in. After he won, one of the Fixer’s associates shot him in an alleyway. I’m told he died quickly.”
He skipped the part of him holding his father in his arms, begging him not to leave him.
Caoimhe wiped tears from her eyes, “Oh, Matthew…so young…who raised you?”
“I grew up in St. Agnes’ Orphanage. The nuns who run it are strict, but loving. Especially the Mother Superior, Sister Maggie. She believed that we could rise above the tragedies of our lives and she held us to the highest standards.”
“She’s wonderful”, Ryan praised, “All the Sisters are. But Sister Maggie is part of the group you met today. She couldn’t come because she was busy.”
“You’ll meet her next time”, Matt promised, “She’ll like you. There was a priest, Father Paul, who took a great interest in me, encouraging me when I rallied against my loss and my blindness and the unfairness of life.”
“And before you ask, Scallrag (skul-rag, Irish for rascal), Father Paul has also gone onto his reward.”
“When did you meet Foggy.”
“We met when we both attended Columbia Law School.That bet my Dad had made - Father Paul put the money into an account for me - and with that money and a few scholarships I was able to attend college.”
“I remember. You told the story about how he came to be known as Foggy and not Franklin.”
Matt laughed, “Only his Mother calls him Franklin. He has a wonderful family who adopted me as a family member when Foggy brought me home for the first time. We graduated together and opened our practice. I can’t imagine where I would be without him in my life. He is the kindest, purest soul I have ever met.” He smiled shyly, “Besides my Stóir.”
Caoimhe snorted, “My sister? Kind and pure? She’s certainly playing you for a fool.”
“I’m OK with that”, Matt smiled.
Ryan spotted the nurse carrying the well marked Medical Container. She pointed to him, “I think that’s for you.”
Caoimhe joined the nurse, signed for the vaccines and took the container. Ryan and Matt stood as her sister returned.
“As I said, in time for my flight. But it’s time for me to go now.”
They walked her to the TSA line and stayed with her until it was her turn to pass through.
Caoimhe hugged Matt first, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Matthew, and thank you for sharing your life story with me.”
“You’re welcome”, Matt said, “I hope I didn’t bore you.”
“You didn’t”, she smiled, “But I’ll be needing a promise from you.”
“Anything.”
“You love my sister as she deserves to be loved and treat her only with love.”
Matt smiled, “I promise.”
Caoimhe turned to her sister and as soon as they embraced, the tears began. Neither wanted to let the other go and Matt waved the people behind them, one by one, giving them time for a proper goodbye.
“You’ll be coming back soon? You promised”, Ryan whispered.
“I gave you my word didn't I? Besides, we’re taking the Dino Pals to sleep in the Museum.”, Caoimhe stroked her sister’s hair.
Ryan reached up and took her hand, “You haven’t done that since I was a wee one. You would do that when I was scared.”
“I did. And I wish I had been there to do this the last time you were so scared.”
“You didn’t know. I wouldn’t let you know.”
“I understand why you did. But promise you won’t do that again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“I’ll be here whenever you’re so scared that you need me”, Caoimhe kissed her hair, “I may be on the other side of the world, but we are always connected - heart to heart. And if you need me for anything - good or bad - I’ll come.”
“Can I come to you? I want to see your world too.”
“I don’t know why - not many comforts of home.”
“You’re there.”
They had to stop as the tears overtook them. Matt wanted to comfort his love, but didn’t want to intrude on them.
There was an announcement that her plane would be boarding soon. They mastered their tears enough so they could speak.
“If you want to come, we’ll arrange it.”
“I do.”
“OK”, Caoimhe hugged her sister a little tighter, “I have to go now.” She cupped Ryan’s face and locked eyes with her, “Tá grá agam duit (Tah grah UH-gum ditch, Irish for I love you).”
“Tá grá agam duit (Tah grah UH-gum ditch, Irish for I love you)”, Ryan repeated.
Caoimhe kissed her forehead, “Teacht go luath (Teet guh loo-a).”
“I will.”
“I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you, Caoimhe.”
They held hands to the last second until finally their fingertips parted. Ryan and Matt stayed until, with a last wave goodbye, Caoimhe disappeared into the crowds rushing to their planes. Ryan sagged against Matt and he held her, kissing her and cooing nonsense.
When she stood a little straighter, he asked, “Are you ready to go home?”
“Can we stay until her plane is gone?”
“Of course we can.”
They found a seat by a large window so she could watch the departures. Matt wasn’t sure if she knew which plane her sister was on, but he would stay here for as long as she needed.
As she stared at the planes, he asked, “What did she say to you…before she left.”
Her eyes never left the window, “She said ‘Teacht go luath (Teet guh loo-a). It means ‘Come Soon.’”
“Do you want to visit her?”
“Yes, I do. Do you think it will be a problem?”
“Foggy and I will make sure it’s not”, he kissed her again, “Remember, I’m a very good lawyer.”
“That you are.”
She sunk into silence and watched the planes. Matt heard her heartbeat speed up.
“That’s her.”
Matt didn’t question it.
He felt her sharp intake of breath, then she murmured , “Fly safe, Sister.”
He knew when the plane was out of her sight because she lay her head on his shoulder and cried softly.
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Steve and Bucky chose to spend the night in their apartments - they would have to be up early to begin the Thanksgiving dinner. The tent was set up on the roof - tables set up and dinnerware ready to go. He had hoped the tent would fit in his yard, but it was too big. At least the landlord was easier to negotiate with this year - after all, Tony would also be attending the dinner. It just cost 1 special apple pie.
The tent would be full of people - the family and the MAD Squad, but he loved when the Holidays were full. He had known too many alone - that was part of the military life and when he woke here, he had no one to share them with. He was grateful and happy.
Bucky was in his apartment and Steve was certain he was fast asleep, Alpine curled in his arms. He, himself, was comfy in his bed, the air lightly scented with a “Library” scented candle - full of cedar, sandalwood, musk and spice. The seller had promised he wouldn’t be disappointed and she was right - the scent created a rich aroma that brought to mind a dark wood library filled with leather bound books. A cup of warm Winter White Chai sat on his bedside table with the photos of his 2 best girls - his Mom and his baby - and the Duke Ellington Orchestra - Big band music that had lifted his spirits during the war - played softly in the background. His constant companion, Fergus, lay sprawled next to him, softly snoring. It was an evening of peace that would only have been perfect if his girl was with him.
Matilda was supposed to be with him, starting yesterday, but Mirabella and Jeff were coming for the Holiday. He didn’t want them to miss any time with their granddaughter, so he agreed to let her spend a few extra days with her Mama. She would come to their home on Friday night.
He closed his eyes and sipped his chai, enjoying the peace when his phone rang. He checked the name to see if he could let it go to voicemail. Not this time - it was Rob.
“Hey, Rob. Everything OK?”
“Yeah, Steve. Everything is good, but I have a big favor to ask.”
“Sure”, Steve nodded, “What is it?”
Rob chuckled, “You agree to a favor and you don’t know what it is? You must trust my good sense.”
“Absolute trust”, Steve said.
“Thank you”, Rob blushed though he knew Steve couldn’t see him, “Is there enough room at Thanksgiving for 2 more people.”
“There is”, Steve assured, “You know our group makes far more food than any of us can eat. Just need to add 2 chairs and dinnerware sets to the table upstairs.”
“Thanks, Steve”. Rob said, “These 2 need a joyous Holiday and our group is joyous - loud, but full of fun. Our guests are Gabe, Adam’s friend from school and his Mom, Juliet. We call her Jules.”
“Everything OK?” Steve asked.
Rob was quiet, not answering.
“It’s OK”, Steve assured, “They are more than welcome.”
Rob sighed, “Thanks.” He hesitated, but Steve heard he and Sophie quickly discuss and decide to tell him.
“It’s really not my story to tell, but Jules might need to take a break from everyone during dinner. She’ll need a quiet place.”
“That’s fine”, Steve nodded, “If she needs a break, she can come back down to my place.”
Rob sighed, “She might. I should give you a quick explanation.”
“It’s not necessary”, Steve said.
“No, but you’ll understand and she might need another shoulder to lean on.”
“However I can help.”
“Thanks”, Rob took a deep breath, “Jules has been through a lot and needs to enjoy this day without worry. Her ex-husband, Neil, is an asshole. He was never physically abusive, but was verbally abusive with her during their marriage - knew how to tear down her confidence. He did that to control her.”
“Yeah”, Steve said, “There are people like that in the world.”
“Yeah”, Rob agreed, “This jerk treated her like garbage, but she had hoped it would get better when she became pregnant. But asshole decided to abandon her and their newborn son when he realized how much money raising a child would require. At first,we - Soph and I - only saw her when we picked boyo up from school - a simple kid pick up friendship. Boyo and Gabe were in the same class at school and they discovered they had a lot in common - which is cool. While Gabe was a baby, Jules could only work minimum wage jobs. Neil floats from job to job so he doesn’t have to pay child support - he’s a real piece of work. When Gabe finally went to school for full days, she knew she needed to do something.
She needed a decent job so she went to Trade School, worked full time and raised her son. Thankfully, Gabe and Adam had become friends and she and my Soph grew closer. She was able to do all that because we and a few other families helped her with Gabe’s care.”
“That was very kind”, Steve gently interrupted.
“It was Sophie’s idea - she organized all the help Jules needed. It took almost 2 years but she graduated as a wielder. She was sponsored by the school into the Union and works construction sites all over the city. Worked with me a couple of times. She is a great wielder and can hold her own against the guys in Construction, who can be jerks.”
“She sounds like a strong woman”, Steve praised.
She is…most times”, Rob explained, “But sometimes her asshole ex comes by and tries to make her life hell. Jules is working on the same site as I am. Asshole came by yesterday, yelling he was tired of her trying to steal his money - she wanted the kid..not him. So he shouldn’t have to pay. He threatened if she didn’t stop, he would sue her for custody of Gabe. Everyone who knows the situation knows he doesn't have a snowball’s chance in hell, but losing Gabe scares her.”
“I think, as parents, we both understand that fear.”
“You’re right…we do”, Rob said, “Me and a few other guys had a ‘talk’ with him. Don’t worry, we didn’t hit him, just explained what the consequences of his actions could be. He left, but she was so upset, I asked her and Gabe to spend a few days with us…so Asshole can’t bother them again.”
“Bring them”, Steve smiled, “I’d love to meet them. And the MAD Squad will get to meet them too.”
“Must be getting serious”, Rob chuckled.
“Could be”, Steve laughed, “So, no worries. We’ll see you all tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Steve.” Rob hung up.
Steve stretched in his bed, causing Fergus to wake and thump his tail against the bed.
“Sorry, Bubba”, Steve cooed as he pet the dog, “I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s OK, bestus boy. Go back to sleep.”
The dog yawned and settled and Steve made another call.
“Hey Tony”, he said, “Sorry to bother you. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Rob and Sophie are bringing friends tomorrow and 1 of them is Gabe - Adam’s friend. I know you made cups for the Dino Pals. Wanted to let you know you’ll need at least 1 more.”
“Are you putting up Thanksgiving flyers this year?” Tony asked.
“They’re already up”, Steve said.
“Of course they are”, Tony chuckled, “Oh, ye of little faith. I always make extras in case someone joins us. But I’ll make sure I have a bag with Gabe’s name on it.”
“Thanks, Tony. Goodnight.”
It had been a night of reorganization. Certain pets would be coming for the dinner - Fergus, Alpine, Besos, ‘Chino and Nacho. No special accommodations had to be made for these pros. Bucky suggested that Liho should come with Tasha - again, no special accommodations were needed - they would set up the cat playpen he already had.
He had just started brining the turkeys when he received another call.
“Hi, my girl”, his voice reflected the smile on his face, “Are you calling to say goodnight?”
“Yes, Daddy, but first I have a question.”
“What is it?”
“I know it’s a big favor, but all the Dino Pals like having our best friends with us. And, Daddy, would it be OK if I bring Dougie and Terry ?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer, continuing breathlessly, “Daddy, they never get to come and even Liho has been to our house. So can they come…please?”
He chuckled. She had a valid argument and the 2 cats could share the playpen with Liho.
“Sure, my girl”, he said, “I’d love for them to come.”
“Thank you so much, Daddy”, she clapped her hands. “Mama”, she called, “He said yes!”
He smiled and shook his head as he heard Y/N answer “OK”.
“Daddy, I have to go to sleep now”, she softened her voice, “But I wanted to say ‘Good Night’ and I love you.!
“I love you too, my girl. I’ll see you in the morning. Have a good sleep.”
He thought about the playpen. It was might not be big enough for the 4 cats and, while Alpine and Liho know each other and Dougie and Terry got along, the 2 groups of cats had never met each other before. He would speak with Bucky in the morning and they would contrive something to create more room and separate the cats, in case there was a problem.
His phone rang again with the familiar ringtone. He answered immediately, “Hi, my girl. Did you forget something?”
“Daddy, I have a very big favor to ask you.”
He wasn't sure what this could be, but he said, “What is it, my girl?”
“Daddy?” he could almost see her twisting her hands together, “I know this is a very big favor and I will help you.”
“My girl, you don’t have to be nervous. Just let me know what the favor is.”
“Daddy, you know Grammy and Gramps are here and they brought Poggin with them. You remember they adopted Poggin. And he is a very small cat. But if we bring Dougie and Terry with us, Poggin will be here by himself. And Grammy says that’s OK, but I don’t think it’s fair and I know it’s a lot to ask, but can we bring Poggin with us tomorrow? I promise I’ll help you take care of all the pets. Please, Daddy?”
“My girl, take a breath”, he cooed, “It’s OK. We will have room for Poggin. Of course he can come.”
“Thank you, Daddy”, her voice rose in her excitement, “See, Poggin, I told you. Daddy wouldn’t want you to be alone on Thanksgiving!”
He heard her Grandmother ask for the phone, “Hi, Mirabella.”
“Hi, Steve”, Miraballa chuckled, “It’s OK. Poggin will be fine on his own.”
“I won’t hear of it”, Steve teased, “We can’t leave a family member alone on Thanksgiving. Poggin is welcome.”
“If you’re sure, Steve”, she said, “If it’s an inconvenience, Poggin can stay home.”
“It’s not an inconvenience, I promise”, he assured her, “I have a set up for Tasha’s cat, Liho. Poggin, Dougie and Terry are welcome.”
“OK, Steve. I’m going to take you at your word.”
“Thanks, Mirabella. Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Steve.”
His baby got back on the phone, “Thank you, Daddy. Poggin is very happy. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.”
“I love you too, my girl. Goodnight.”
He sat at the dining room table, laughing quietly. The tent would be filled with 3 dogs and 5 cats. Thankfully he knew they were all very well trained. It would be OK, he assured himself.
He finished his coffee, washed his cup and began to shut the lights off when his phone rang again.
“Hi Jennifer. What up?”
Jennifer took a deep breath, “I’m sorry to do this, Steve. But I promised Chloe.”
“How can I help?” he offered.
“First, feel free to say ‘No’. Chloe wanted to call you and ask herself, but I didn’t want you to feel pressured by that cute voice. So, I told her I would call and ask you.”
His eyebrows rose in curiosity, “Ask me what?”
Jennifer closed her eyes, though he couldn’t see her, “It seems my daughter just got off her Stark pad. She was answering a text from your daughter. Tilda told her that she was bringing her cats and her grandparents’ cat to Thanksgiving dinner. Chloe asked if she could bring Tiki too and Tilda told her to call you and, now, here we are. You can say ‘No’, Steve. I promise it will be OK.”
Steve knew his daughter had probably assured Chloe that Tiki could come. He quickly pictured the tent and knew there would be room.
“I don’t have anything for a bird. Would you need help bringing his cage?”
“Are you sure, Steve?”
“I am”, he quickly decided, “Tiki really can’t come if we’re outside, but we’ll be safely in the tent. Bring him. It’s fine.”
“You are amazing, Steve, because I know if it was me, I would say ‘no’.”
“It’s OK”, he assured, “It’ll will be fun.”
“I promise to bring his cover, in case his language gets out of hand.”
“It’s OK. Please call me when you get here so one of us can help you with the cage.”
“We will, Steve. Thanks.”
Steve sat at his kitchen table running a checklist in his mind - the Cider Glazed Turkey with Lager Gravy and his Mother’s stuffing (He hoped) were in his oven and the Cherry Bourbon Glazed ham was in Bucky’s. He had 2 timers set - 1 for each. The sides would be provided by the rest of the guests. Fergus sat at his feet, his nose lifted, inhaling the scent of the turkeys in the oven.
Steve chuckled, “I know, Bubba. It smells delicious. You’ll get a little later on.”
The lobbies and hallways were plastered with posters inviting anyone who wanted to join them to come to the roof.
This Thanksgiving would be just a little smaller - Clint was home with his family and in-laws, Sam had flown home to be with Sarah and the boys and Rhodey was with his Mom and niece. God only knew where Thor was.
The door to the apartment opened and Bucky strode in.
“The hams in my oven are callin’ my name, Steve”, Bucky laughed, “And the turkeys smell just as good.”
“Thanks, Buck”, Steve said as he made a cup of coffee for his brother.
“Thanks”, Bucky said as he accepted the coffee, “How about the stuffing? Think you got it this time.”
“I think so”, Steve’s voice wasn’t as confident as his statement, “I’ve been scouring cookbooks in the library, especially those from the 1930’s.”
“I’ll be the judge of that”, Bucky laughed. He pulled a list out of his pocket. “Everyone answered the email I sent. Dinner’s going to be good this year!” He patted his tummy, “The sides this year are Goat Cheese Mashed Potatoes, Garlic Butter Hasselback Potatoes, Crispy Rosemary Sweet Potatoes, Jalapeno Cheddar Corn Pudding, Apple Hazelnut Stuffed Acorn Squash, Roasted Pumpkin with Feta and Honey, Creamed Brussel Sprouts, White Cheddar Cauliflower Gratin, Pomegranate Glazed Carrots, Rice Pilaf with Cranberry and Pears, Garlic Bacon Sauteed Green Beans with Roasted Mushrooms, Chopped Autumn Salad with Cider Dressing, Fluffy Sour Cream Biscuits, Cheddar Bay Biscuits and Herb Buttermilk Biscuits. Mike is bringing all the desserts from his bakery - traditional pies are Pumpkin, Coconut Custard and Apple - he promised 1 very special apple pie for Tony. Then there are Mexican Hot Chocolate Pie, Spiced Butternut Squash Pie, Sour Cream Lemon Pie and German Forest Cheese cake.
Bucky took a sip of coffee, “And, I hope Mike doesn’t mind but there is a special addition. I made Triple Chocolate Brownies using box mix, but I also used Mike’s coffee trick.”
“I’m sure it will be delicious.”
“Thanks, Steve”, Bucky blushed. He sipped his coffee to hide the blush, “There’s 2 very big packages in the hallway - the new cat playpens, with litter boxes, food bowls and water bowls. We were lucky to find a pet store open this morning. They also sent an adaptor so we can keep the cats separated in the 2 playpens, until we know how they’ll get along.”
“We were lucky. At first I believed the playpen I had would be big enough. But, I was wrong”, Steve agreed.
“Even you get it wrong sometimes, Steve”, Bucky teased.
Steve snorted, “More that you know.” He paused, then looked up and smiled, “And I guess it’s good Clint and Laura decided to stay home or Lila would have us adding a chicken to this mix.”
“Yeah…HeiHei (HEIHEI) or a goat or a pig or all of the above”, Bucky said and the 2 men laughed at the scenario.
“Happy and Tony have agreed to set the playpens up for us while we deal with the food.”
Steve nodded and his phone rang. He answered it quickly, “Hi Bruce….OK …we’ll meet you at the fence.”
“Where are the carts?” Bucky asked.
“By the fence…let’s go.”
“So organized.”
Matilda ran down the hall toward her Dad’s home. She was having a wonderful time with her Grammy and Gramps, but she was a little worried that her Daddy might be lonely. According to the schedule, she was supposed to be spending this time with him. She didn’t want him to think she didn’t want to be with him.
“Slow down, partner”, Jeff called,walking slowly so as not to jostle Poggin in his carrier “We’re coming.”
“I know, Gramps”, she giggled, “I’m excited.”
Mirabella and Y/N walked arm in arm, a carrier in the other arm for Dougie and Terry. “I love that she’s so excited to see her Dad”, Mirabella squeezed her daughter’s arm.
“He’ll be just as excited to see her”, Y/N said. “Too bad”, she thought. “Her baby would be happy to see Bucky too”, She had had a meeting with Tyler yesterday and had discussed techniques to navigate the day with Bucky here. As far as she was concerned, she would stay as far from him as she could today.
Matilda was just about to knock when the door opened and Fergus yodeled a welcome. She launched herself at her Dad and he caught her, turning the jump into a spin.
“Hi, little one”, he cooed as he kissed her hair.
“Hi, Daddy!”
Fergus stood on his hind legs and licked her. She laughed, “Hi, my Fergie. 1 minute, please.” Steve held her tight as he hugged Jeff, Y/N and Mirabella as they came in his door.
Matilda lay her head on her father’s shoulder and listened to his heartbeat. Once she felt the familiar calm wash over her, she asked," Please put me down, Daddy, so I can see my Fergie.” He placed her on her feet and she hugged her best friend.
Mirabella paused by him. “Steve, it is so good to see you”, she held his hand, “There’s a Harvest Festival the 1st weekend in December. Maybe you and my little love could come down for the day?”
Fergus looked up at his grandma and whined. She laughed and crouched down to kiss him, “Of course you can come, Fergus.”
“Sounds like fun”, Steve said.
“Please, Daddy? Do you think we can go?”
“I think we can”, Steve scratched his chin, “Maybe Mama can come with us?” He looked over to Y/N.
“I think Mia might be able to cover for me”, she smiled.
“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Mama!” Matilda ran to hug her Mama.
Mirabella blushed, “I’m sorry, Steve. I had meant to ask you privately, but she heard me and Jeff discussing it by accident.”
“It’s fine”, he smiled, “It sounds like a good day.”
“Thank you. Now, it smells delicious in here”, Mirabella smiled, placing Terry’s carrier on the floor, “I’m so glad I skipped breakfast.”
“Grammy wanted to make sure her tummy had enough room for dinner today”, Matilda explained, “I wanted to try that, Daddy, but my tummy made rumbly noises.”
Steve chucked, “Well, then I’m glad you ate something.”
Matilda patted her tummy, “My tummy was happy too.”
The other 2 carriers joined the 1st on the floor. “What can we do to help?” Y/N asked.
“Everything is already upstairs in the chafing dishes”, Steve smiled, “Just waiting for the turkeys and hams to finish. Tony, Pepper, Bruce, May, Happy, Peter, Tasha, Matt, Ryan and Foggy are already up there. Go up, so our guests can get out of their carriers. Tony and Happy will show you their accommodations. Liho and Alpine are already up there”, he encouraged, “I’ll be up in a few with the rest of the food.”
“You sure, Steve?” Jeff asked.
“Yeah”, Steve nodded, “I have a cart in the dining room and James and I will be up shortly. But, I will need you to do the honors and carve these turkeys.”
“I can do that, Thank you, Steve….OK….ladies”, Jeff lifted Poggin’s carrier, “And gentleman. Shall we be off?” He smiled at his grandaughter. He knew the answer to this question, but asked anyway, “Coming, partner?”
“No thank you, Gramps”, Matilda fisted her father’s shirt, “I want to talk with Daddy for a minute.”
“OK, Ducky”, Y/N smiled, “We’ll see you upstairs.”
They left, carrying the cats they had brought with them. Steve stood in the doorway and watched to ensure they got onto the elevator. Mirabella walked next to her daughter and although she whispered, he could hear her clearly.
“That was very kind of him to invite you along”, she said gently to her daughter.
“You’re right”, Y/N nodded, “It was very kind.”
“Please be kind today”, Mirabella lay her head on her daughter’s shoulder, “If it gets too intense for you today, you have me, your Dad and Ryan to help.”
“I know. Thanks, Mom.” The 2 women followed Jeff into the elevator and the doors closed.
Steve turned back to his baby and could see she was nervous. She had her hands buried in Fergus’ fur and her little foot tapped the floor. He picked her up and carried her to the sofa, crouching in front of her so their eyes could meet. Fergus climbed onto the sofa next to her and she put her arm around her best friend.
“Is everything OK, my girl”, he asked gently.
“I’m worried about you, Daddy.”
“Me?”
“Daddy”, She squeezed his hand, “I don’t want you to be lonely.”
“Lonely?” his eyebrows almost disappeared into his hair, “Why would you think that, my girl?”
“I was supposed to come and be with you yesterday. The schedule says so. I was going to help you with Thanksgiving dinner. But Grammy and Gramps came and I don’t see them all the time…but I want to be with you and if I’m not here, you could be lonely.”
He took her hands and kissed them, “But I’m not lonely, my girl. I miss you, but that’s OK. You miss your grandparents and want to spend as much time as you can with them. So I promise, it’s OK.”
“Daddy”, she squeezed his hands, “I don’t want you to think I didn’t want to be here with you.”
“My girl”, he wrapped his arms around her while Fergus squeezed his head into the embrace, “I would never think that. Never. I know you want to be here and you will be tomorrow. OK?”
“OK”, she nodded against his shoulder as a timer dinged in the kitchen, “I just want you to be sure.”
“I am. Now, let’s check those hams before Uncle Bucky comes looking for us.”
She nodded against his shoulder and kept her in his arms as he stood. Fergus followed them across the hall.
“Hi, Uncle Bucky!” her voice was bright as she called to him.
“Hobbit. I wasn’t expecting you, but it’s a wonderful surprise.”
Steve handed her to her Uncle, “Let me check the hams. I’ll be right back.”
“So, Hobbit”, Bucky kissed her, “Are you having a good visit with your Grammy and Gramps?”
“Yesh”, she giggled, “But it was a very nosy taxi ride here. None of the cats - Dougie, Terry or Poggin - like being in the carriers and they were yelling at us.”
Bucky laughed, “I don’t think I know any cat that likes the carrier - even Alpine. When I go to stay in the family house, she lets me know how mad she is when I carry her there. And when Aunt Tasha left Liho out into the playpen upstairs, he bolted out of the cage.”
“Oh no”, Matilda shook her head, “Poor kitties.”
“It’s OK, Hobbit”, Bucky kissed her hair, “They don’t understand why this is happening. That’s why we try to do it so quickly.”
Her Dad came in carrying 2 forks, each with a small slice of ham. He handed one to each of them, “What do you think?”
Matilda savored the bite and the flavors swirling in her mouth, “Daddy, this cherry tastes so good!”
“It’s a good one, Steve.”
“Thanks”, he smiled with pride, “Let’s get the cart and move these to my place while I take the turkeys out and let them rest.”
“Help me, Hobbit?” Bucky asked and when she nodded, he turned and jogged with her still in his arms to retrieve said cart.
As Steve removed the turkeys from the oven, he was privileged to see his baby in the cart as Bucky jogged back to his place. She was laughing and encouraging him to go faster and Bucky wore a face of pure bliss. Fergus whined as he sat at Steve’s feet.
“I know, Bubba”, he consoled, “She’ll be right back. Just wait here a minute.” He offered a treat to the dog that Fegus took, but still sulked.
The turkeys looked perfect and the stuffing smelled delicious. He hoped he had gotten it right this time. Bucky and Matilda returned with the hams and she ran to her best friend.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, “My Fergie, what’s the matter?”
“He missed you”, Steve said.
“I’m sorry, my Fergie”, she kissed his nose, “I’m here now. I’ll stay with you.”
Fergus huffed his agreement.
“Are these ready?” Bucky asked as he pointed at the turkeys.
“Yeah”, Steve nodded.
“Daddy, they smell so good”, his baby praised.
“Thank you, little one”, he cut 3 slices, handing one to Bucky and blowing on the other 2 slices before handing one to Matilda and the other to Fergus, as he had promised.
She took a bite, the flavor of apples suffusing her mouth.
“Daddy, it is so good. It’s very juicy and I like the apples.
“It is good, Steve”, Bucky agreed, “But I’m also tasting cinnamon and…I can’t put my finger on it. Got a little heat.”
“Is it too much?”
Bucky shook his head and Matilda took another bite, talking around the food in her mouth, “No, Daddy. Not too hot. It’s just right.”
Steve smiled, “I’m relieved. I was a little surprised when the recipe called for jalapeno. I’m glad it’s good.”
He plated the stuffing and placed the turkeys on platters. He rubbed his hands in nervousness.
Matilda tapped his jeans, “Are you OK, Daddy.”
“He’s a little nervous, Hobbit”, Bucky said, “He’s nervous about the stuffing. He’s trying to make it like his Mom did.”
“It’s OK, Daddy”, Matilda encouraged, “It will taste perfect.”
“I hope so, little one.” He picked her up and sat her on the counter, then took a small scoop of stuffing on 2 spoons and handed them to his baby and his brother, before taking a spoonful for himself. They tasted together.
“It’s so delicious, Daddy!” However Bucky sighed and Steve dropped his head in disappointment.
“Hobbit is right, Steve”, Bucky said, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “It’s very good.”
“But it’s not Mom’s”, Steve sighed, “It’s so close, but I'm still missing something.”
Matilda patted his hand, “It’s OK, Daddy. You’re so smart. You’ll figure it out next time.”
Steve shook off his disappointment, “You’re right, little one. I’ll get it next time.”
The apartment buzzer announced guests. Steve buzzed them in and he and his baby stood in the doorway waiting for them. Bucky joined them.
It was a small crowd - Tori, Mike Nessa, Clair, John and Maddie, along with ‘Chino and Nacho, were followed by Brittany, Jennifer and Chloe. Mike carried the covered cage with Tiki while John carried the cage stand. Tori and Claire carried boxes that Steve was sure held the desserts, while Jennifer and Brittany held the animals’ leashes.
Matilda charged her friends as they broke from their parents and the traditional greeting of jumping and screaming commenced.
“I’d join in”, Mike teased, as he one arm hugged Steve, “But I don’t want to scare Tiki.”
“Good plan”, Steve laughed. Her hugged the other adults and Tori advised him, “You may as well stay here. Heath was parking as we came in.” She hugged Bucky as he came to her.
Once all the hugging was done, Steve looked around, “Did you forget someone, Tori? Where’s Ronnie and Riley?”
“They’re at St. Agnes’, helping with Thanksgiving dinner there”, Tori said, “We’ll be going there with Matt, Foggy, Jules and Gabe for dessert.”
Steve nodded, “That’s good.” He encouraged the new group, “Little one, why don’t you take everyone upstairs and help get Tiki settled. Uncle James and I will be up in a few minutes with the turkeys and hams.”
“OK, Daddy. Come, my Fergie!” The four girls linked arms and they led the way to the elevator.
Bucky and Steve only had a few minutes of quiet, before the next group came - Heath and Ember joined by Jacob, Ella and Benji. Everyone hugged and Ember looked around.
“Where are the rest of the Dino Pals?” she asked, “We xsaw them when we were parking.”
“I sent them upstairs, which is where you should be going”, Steve smiled, “Dinner is done, but would you mind helping James take the hams and turkeys upstairs?”
“Sure”, Heath agreed.
“What about you?” Bucky asked.
“We’re missing 1 more group”, Steve smiled, “I’ll wait for them. You can get everything upstairs, get the turkeys and hams carved and in the warming trays. It should only be a few more minutes.”
Everyone loved the decorations inside the tent. It was strung with small fairy lights. The tables had orange, brown and yellow tablecloths. There were candles in crystal Hurricane lamps along with mini pumpkins and short baskets filled with chrysanthemums, sunflowers, roses, lilies and carnations in red, yellow, orange and white. Tony started his playlist - a compilation of songs that each person had chosen.
Matilda walked around the tables, showing her friends and reading the names on the adorable Turkey place cards that she and her Grammy had made. She read each one to her Fergie, ‘Chino and Nacho who followed close behind her. Gramps was sitting at the head of the table. To his left was Grammy.
On Gramp’s right was Daddy’s seat, then herself, then Mama and then Aintín (Ein Chee) Ryan.
“Mama!”, she waved her hand to catch her attention, “We’re sitting here…together!”
“Are we, Ducky?” Y/N feigned surprise as she joined her daughter. She picked up Matilda’s place card. “You and Grammy did a beautiful job on these.”
“Thank you, Mama.”
“I helped too”, Jeff joined his 2 favorite girls.
“Yes”, Matilda nodded as she took her grandfather’s hand, “Gramps helped with cutting everything.”
“You did an excellent job, Dad.”
Bucky looked for his seat and discovered he would be to the left of Jeff, between Mirabella and Bruce. Bucky saw Steve’s hand in this, but he knew Mirabella and Jeff would be kind.
Bruce came alongside him, “How are you doing?”
Bucky huffed his reply, “The day has just started and we haven’t spoken to each other. Do you expect me to start a fight right away?”
Bruce shook his head, “I only expect you to have a good day surrounded by your family, friends and these wonderful children - all of us who love you so much.”
Bucky blushed and berated himself in his mind, “Why are you looking for a fight? Knock it off!” He shook his head, “Sorry, Bruce.”
“It’s OK”, Bruce assured, “Holidays are stressful by themselves. I just wanted to check on you and remind you, if you need a break, let me know and we’ll take a break.”
“OK, thanks, Bruce.”
Bruce smiled and called Matilda over, “Baby girl, why don’t you and the Dino Pals help Uncle Pip give all the pets water.”
Matilda took her favorite uncle’s hand, “That’s a good idea. Will you help us, Uncle Pip?”
He smiled at this little light in his world, “Of course.”
Matt and Foggy were filling glasses around the table as the rest of the adults took their seat. Mirabella and Y/N were standing near Jeff as he carved the meat, heating pans at the ready. As Y/N carried one full of ham back to the warming table, Ryan joined her, “I just wanted to remind you I am at your beck and call today.”
“I know”, Y/N said, “But won’t Matt resent me for keeping you from him.”
“Don’t you be worryin’ about Matthew. He understands the situation and when it’s time to go to the orphanage for dessert, I’ll be staying here.”
“What about Foggy’s parents?”
“His Da has the flu. We’ll be celebrating with them in a few days.”
Y/N nodded, “Thanks, Ryan.”
“Of course”, she giggled mischievously, “Besides you know I’ll do anything for the wee one.”
“I know.”
Steve didn’t have to wait very long, before his phone rang, announcing Rob and Sophie. He buzzed them in and stepped into the hallway, closing his door.
Adam and his friend, Gabe, led his parents and Gabe’s Mom into the building, Besos walking next to Rob. When Adam saw him he ran and Steve crouched down to catch him.
“Hi, Uncle Steve! Happy Thanksgiving!”, Adam crowed.
Steve laughed, “Happy Thanksgiving, Adam.”
Adam turned in Steve’s arms and waved to the other boy, “Come meet Uncle Steve.”
Steve remained crouched, but released him as the other little boy joined them. Adam made the introductions, “Gabe, this is my Uncle Steve. Uncle Steve, this is my friend Gabe.”
The little boy offered his hand and Steve took it, “I’m very happy to meet you, Gabe.”
“Thank you for inviting Mommy and me to Thanksgiving, Mister Steve.”
“You are very welcome, Gabe. I hope you and your Mom will have a wonderful day today.”
“They will”, Adam assured, “We always have a good time together.”
“Yes, we do, baby boy”, Sophie agreed.
Steve stood and hugged her, then Rob. Rob nudged the other woman with them, “This is Steve, Jules. Steve, may I introduce Jules?”
Steve took the offered hand, “Hi. I’m Steve. Happy Thanksgiving. Should I call you Jules or Juliet?”
The women’s eyebrows raised.
“Um…sorry….” Steve stuttered, “Um…Rob told me…. Um… should he not have?”
Jules giggled, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just I’m not used to hearing that name. Most people only know me by Jules. So, please, Steve, just call me Jules.”
“Thanks, Jules”, Steve was visibly relieved, “Welcome. Everyone else is upstairs waiting for us. Just follow me.”
Adam and Benji led the way to the tent.
Gabe’s eyes widened, “Mommy, this is awesome!”
“Wow, Steve”, Jules said, “Did you do this?”
“Not by myself”, Steve chuckled, “I had help.”
“But you do this every year, at least since we met you”, Sophie said, “Always a tent on the roof of wherever you’re living and always for Thanksgiving.”
“I have a lot to be thankful for”, Steve smiled. As they neared the tent, he glanced to his right. His box of surprises was exactly where he had left it. He knew the family expected something this year, so he had to change up his plans a little.
He held the door open and Rob introduced the newcomers. As he came in, Mirabella patted his chest, placing a name tag on him.
“I thought this would make it easier for Jules and Gabe”, she explained.
“It’s a good idea”, he agreed, “I should have thought of it.”
“You don’t have to think of everything, Steve”, she consoled.
“I can try”, he smiled.
Adam led Gabe to the children’s table, while Jules found her seat with Rob and Sophie. Tony clapped his hands as he approached the children’s table, “OK, Dino Pals and guest.” he waved, “Hi, Gabe.” He tapped his chest, “I’m Tony and as is our tradition, I have something for all of you.”
He handed each of them a special bag. Inside was a personalized cup with an assortment of mini crafts, coloring books, puzzles and crayons. The Dino Pals hugged and thanked their Uncle and Gabe shook his hand. The children began to color and Tony rejoined the adult table. Jeff had finished carving the turkeys.
Steve smiled as his eyes scanned his family around this table. He noticed that Bucky was placed between Mirabella and Bruce, just as Y/N was placed between Matilda and Ryan. He knew Mirabella would treat him with kindness and keep him engaged and Ryan could always make Y/N smile and feel relaxed. This day could really be a good one and he understood how much he had to be thankful for.
“How about a toast?” he suggested.
“That’s a great idea”, Foggy clapped his hands. Fergus, Besos, ‘Chino and Nacho settled under the table while the cats eyed each other through the playpen barricade and Tiki meowed and barked.. Soon enough, everyone had a glass of wine or a beer, while Tony and and the children each had sparkling cider.
“Who would like to make a toast?” Steve looked around the table.
“It was your idea, Steve”, Tasha teased.
“OK…give me a minute”, He closed his eyes and his baby came over and took his hand. Fergus’ cold nose nudged their joined hands.
“Silly Fergie”, Matilda said. She squeezed her Dad’s hand, “You can do it, Daddy.”
“Thank you, little one.” Once he knew what he would say, he stood and cleared his throat. “May this meal today remind us of all the blessings we have the rest of the year. And here’s to the family we choose and the love that binds us together. I am so grateful for all of you here today and the rest of our family who are not with us. Happy Thanksgiving!” He clinked his glass with his baby.
Glasses were raised and everyone wished the table a ‘Happy Thanksgiving’. Fergus added his own yodel to the greetings, while “Chino and Besos barked. Tiki squawked, “Happy Thanksgiving, Mother Fuckers!” Which brought shrieks of delight from the children. Matilda rejoined her friends.
As the level of conversation began to swell around the table, Steve swallowed a smile. The last 2 years he had surprised them after dinner - first with Nerf guns, then Silly String. He knew Andie was right - they were expecting something after dinner. But he had other plans. He patted his pocket to ensure the small muslin bags filled with loose colored chalk were in his pocket.
He tapped his wine glass, “Before dinner, can we take a group photo outside?”
“Excellent idea”, Tony smiled, “But who’s going to take the picture?”
“I have a camera with a timer”, Steve explained, “Let’s go so we can start on our meal.” He walked to one of the side tables and picked up a camera with a tripod. Everyone began to follow him outside to gather in front of the tent. Jules and Gabe continued to sit, unsure what to do.
“Let’s go”, Mirabella encouraged them.”
“It’s OK”, Jules smiled, “We’re just guests.”
“You’re not just guests”, Mirabella insisted.
“She's right”, Y/N added, “We can all be in this photo.”
“Please come”, Adam held his hand out to Gabe, “Please.”
Jules nodded, “If you’re sure it’s alright.”
“Absolutely””, Tasha said, “Today, everyone is family. If you don’t come, Steve will be back looking for you.”
“Besides”, Sophie grinned, “We can’t ruin Steve’s surprise.”
Once outside, Steve set the group up, leaving a place for himself between Y/N and his baby. Fergus sat directly in front of Matilda. Steve set up the camera and pretended to set the height.
“Everyone ready?”
They all nodded.
“OK. Once I join you, we’ll have a few seconds to smile”, He grinned, “ Let me set the timer, th-...””
“NOW!” Bucky yelled. Y/N and Matilda each took hold of Fergus' collar to keep him from running to Steve, while Besos, Nacho and ‘Chino’s were held by their families.
Steve looked up in time to see numerous chalkbags heading his way. He could have tried to dodge, but chose not to. After the first volley, there came another and another. Minutes went by and finally it stopped. Steve stood in the center of a rainbow cloud of chalk while the laughter of his family and friends rang around the roof.
The laughter continued as the rainbow cloud dissipated. Steve was bent at the waist, coughing and trying to clear his nose of chalk dust. The family finally got a good look at him - he looked tie dyed. The laughter died as Steve finally stood straight, wiping chalk from his eyes. Matilda was beginning to get a little nervous. Fergus leaned back into her, his weight offering comfort.
“Daddy, are you mad?”
Steve caught his daughter's eyes, then looked himself over. He began to giggle then finally broke out in laughter himself. The family joined and Matilda crowed, “We got you, Daddy!”
“Yes, you did”, he chuckled, “But how?”
“Steve, did you think we wouldn’t be prepared for you this time?” Bruce laughed.
“I thought I had the extras pretty well hidden”, he rubbed his hair, shedding more chalk.
Tasha took a bow, “Not good enough.”
“She found your stash a few days ago. She brought her own supply and has been handing out bags all morning”, Bucky explained.
“I had to buy my own supplies because I knew you would be looking for your own", Tasha smiled sweetly.
“Just had to wait until you were ready to spring it on us”, Matt said. Once he knew his little hooman was good, Fergus began to wag his tail, dancing in excitement.
“So, are we ready for dinner now?” Foggy asked.
Everyone agreed and Steve held up his hand, “One minute, please….Little one.”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“I think, before dinner, I really need a hug.”
Her eyes widened, “No, Daddy. Don’t get me dirty.”
Steve smiled at the center of his world, “Run, little one.”
She turned and ran, Fergus hot on her heels, her shrieks echoing as her Daddy chased her. “No, Daddy”, she laughed, “Nooooooo!”
He had “chased” her for a few minutes, letting her “escape” a few times before finally catching her and covering her with kisses and chalk dust. She shrieked with laughter as he caught her and sat on the roof, Fergus dancing around them. The Dino Pals and Gabe had chased them, intent on rescuing their Tilda. One by one, he hugged each one until all the kids wore chalk dust, except Gabe. He stood watching Steve hug each one and was unsure where he fit in.
Jules was standing with the other adults watching the shenanigans, then saw her son, standing to the side, observing the camaraderie of the children and Steve. She was deciding whether to call him or not, when the woman with the Irish accent joined her.
“You have nothing to be worryin’ about, Jules.”
Jules glanced at the woman’s nametag, “Oh…hi, Ryan.”
“I don’t mean to intrude”, Ryan smiled, “But I can see you’re a little concerned. I promise you. It will be fine.”
Steve saw Gabe out of the corner of his eye and waved at the little boy. He didn’t want Gabe to feel left out - should he hug him too?
“Uncle Steve”, Adam announced, “We have a problem.”
He took the little boy's hand, “What is it, Adam?”
Adam leaned close to his Uncle, “You missed somebody. You got chalk on all of us, but you forgot Gabe.”
Steve was relieved. “You’re absolutely right, Adam. I did.” He smiled at Gabe, “Well, Gabe. I didn’t really forget you, but we don’t know each other well enough for me to just hug you. But, if it’s OK with you, I would like to give you a hug. What do you think?”
Gabe was thinking when Benji said, “It’s OK, Gabe. I know Uncle Steve is a stranger to you, but he’s good. Plus, we all want you to match us.”
“Do you want to match us?” Chloe asked.
Gabe looked at his Mom, “I want to match, Mommy. Is it OK?”
Jules smiled at her son, “If you’re comfortable with that, it’s perfectly fine.”
Gabe walked up to Steve, “I’m sorry, Mr. Steve. I do want a hug. I do want to match, but I wasn’t sure because I don’t know you.”
“And you did exactly the right thing”, Steve smiled encouragingly. He opened his arms and hugged Gabe gently.
“It’s not enough, Mr. Steve”, Gabe laughed, “I’m not as colorful as everybody.” He reached up and ruffled Steve’s hair, laughing as the dust swirled around him.
Steve shook his head to help him and they both sneezed and laughed. “I think you’re decorated enough now.”
Gabe looked himself over and nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Steve.”
“You are welcome, Gabe.”
Jules watched and giggled at the scene. Ryan nudged her, “You never have to be concerned with this group. Child and adult alike - I have never met a more loving, more accepting group of people. Now, watch this.”
Ryan cleared her throat, “Alright, my laochras (low-kras)...all of you… our dinner is waiting for us and but I’m thinkin’ Uncle Matt will need some help.” She glanced at her love and smiled as he adjusted his glasses, shook his head and chuckled.
Foggy nudged him, “You’re in trouble now.”
“We’re coming, Uncle Matt!” Nessa said. The Dino Pals moved as a group to gather Matt and take him back into the tent for food. Benji had taken Gabe’s hand.
“Come on, Gabe, please. Uncle Matt is blind.”
“Oh…I’ll help too”, Gabe ran with his friend.
Foggy smiled at Ryan, “Well played, Ryan. I’ll go in so they don’t swarm him.”
“I’ll help”, Ryan giggled, “We might need your assistance, Jules.”
“I’d love to.”
Everyone began to file into the tent. Bucky and Tasha joined Steve who was still sitting on the roof. Bucky offered his hand, “If you’re done terrorizing the children, we can go in and eat.”
“Terrorizing the children?” Steve's voice was full of indignation, “All of you started this!”
“No. We circumvented you”, Tasha laughed.
Bucky pulled Steve to his feet and the 2 men laughed.
“I’ll be in in a moment”, Steve laughed, “I want to pick up these bags before the wind blows them everywhere.
“We’ll help”, Tasha offered.
Steve retrieved the box of muslin bags and the 3 of them made quick work of the scattered bags. Bucky was picking up the last few, when he was struck in the back of the head by 3 muslin bags, colored dust exploding in his hair. He didn’t have to think. He spun around, almost faster than could be seen, and lobbed the 5 he had in his hand back at Steve. The 2 men laughed and traded throws for a few minutes, but both froze as an ice cold voice said, “Are the 2 of you children?”
They faced Tasha, who stood there, hands on her hips, smirk firmly in place. The 2 men glanced at each other, muslin bag in each hand.
Tasha's voice quieted, “Think very carefully, gentlemen, about your next move.”
The 2 men looked at each other, grinned…..and dropped the bags into the box with the rest.
“Wise move”, Tasha praised, “Now, let’s go inside. Everyone is probably waiting for us to eat.”
The children were settled around their table, their plates piled high with turkey, ham and all the trimmings. They had helped Uncle Matt pick his food - 3 platefuls - and set him up at the table, with everything within his reach. Adam and Maddie sat side by side. Claire and Sophie noticed how close the 2 little chairs were and smiled at each other.
Steve, Bucky and Tasha joined their family. Matilda waved at her Dad, then noticed something different about her Uncle.
“Uncle Pip, what happened to you?”
“Your Dad happened to me”, Bucky snarked.
“Daddy!” she giggled, “Did you throw some at Uncle Pip?”
“He threw some at me”, Steve defended.
“You started it!”, Bucky retorted, “Tasha and I were helping you clean up out of the goodness of our hearts and you sneak attacked me.”
“I know this was all your plan, James”, Steve smiled, “I felt I was due some retaliation.”
“Well, you attacked an innocent person”, Bucky smirked, “This was Peter’s idea.”
Peter was seated next to his Aunt May and, upon hearing Bucky name him, he froze, a spoonful of stuffing hovering near his mouth.
Steve’s head snapped toward the youngest Avenger, shock written on his face. “Peter?”
Peter gulped air. “It wasn’t really an idea. It’s just….it’s just… you’ve surprised us the last 2 Thanksgivings…and I was sure you had something planned this year.” He took a deep breath, but Steve didn’t say anything and the silence was making him nervous. Did he make Captain America angry? “Oh my God”, Peter’s mind screamed so he tried to fill the silence that enveloped the tent, “Steve…um…I thought you would be OK with it. I didn’t mean to ruin your plan…I didn't think we would throw all the chalk bags at you. …I really didn’t…I really don’t know what else to sa-”
Steve was having a hard time holding in his laughter.
“Daddy!” Matilda protested, “Don’t be mad at Peeeetah. We all did it.”
“Yeah”, came a chorus of children’s voices.
Gabe and Jules sat quietly. They really didn’t know most of the people here. Was something this silly going to ruin Thanksgiving?
May patted Peter’s back and turned her gaze to Steve, waiting until they locked eyes. “And I believe, sir”, May’s voice was steady, “That you deserved it.”
Their eyes remained locked, until Steve couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears ran from his eyes, “I believe, madam, you’re right.”
Everyone in the tent joined his laughter and Peter breathed a sigh of relief. So did Jules and Gabe.
“You punk!” Bucky whispered, low enough for only Steve to hear, “You really had him scared.”
Steve glanced at his brother, waggled his eyebrows and whispered back, “I know.”
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Fucking hate watching children go “um Actually UwU” about AO3.
saw someone say that fixing a bug with bookmarks isn’t a good reason to close a site down for a couple hours and they’re all lying about what they spend money on
meanwhile this very week my actual day job shut down the internal programmes for idk how many hours to fix a minor bug that popped up out of nowhere. I mean??? I don’t know shit about IT but “shut down all functions while we fix a problem” is so damn common. And “oh this took longer than we said” as well.
AO3 is impressively transparent about their bug fixes and downtime. They communicate fast, mention the reason why they're doing things and actually keep their promises.
Meanwhile my workplace regularly shuts down entire applications for maintenance with minimal warning or explication and often keeps them offline way longer than initially communicated.
Also it was not just 'oh we need to fix a tiny bug with bookmarks'.
It was 'there are more bookmarks than a normal database can handle'
Source
Migrating over 2 billion of *anything* is gonna take a while and I imagine having people using the site and adding more bookmarks while that is happening would be kind of a risk!
Doing it without losing any data is impressive as hell. I've seen commercial vendors shrug and say, sorry. You're losing 24 hours worth of transactions. Just re-enter them.
It would have been simple for AO3 to 'lose' a million or so bookmarks to buy some time. They're just bookmarks, who cares? It's not like anyone's paying for this.
I have a lot of things I could say about this (for context, I just retired a month ago as chair of the AO3 support committee so I have insight, but I am speaking only on my own behalf and not as an official representative).
First: this particular type of data migration (moving from INT to BIG INT) has happened twice in AO3's past already (for history, and for kudos) and it was the same each time - a large table with hundreds of millions of items being moved is time-consuming and you need to be cautious doing it, and it WILL require a few hours of downtime to be safe. It is not "fixing a bug". It is moving the content of all bookmarks on the site. It will have to happen again for other types of data in the future, because AO3 just keeps growing.
Second: They can't know exactly how long a migration like that will take, so they make their best estimate. They can't test it before-hand on the test archive and have it reproduce exactly what will happen on the live archive, because the live archive has so much more data. Estimating "how long will it take to move 700 million items" is a matter of experience and luck. (Yes, 700 million is more the actual number of bookmarks involved, I know people keep citing the 2 billion number but each bookmark is assigned an ID number, and bookmark numbers iterate by 3. The highest ID number available under the old system was the slightly over 2.1 billion number, so the actual total is about 1/3 that. It's still a lot.)
Third: In general, AO3 tries not to have downtime, and it does very well. My observation is that the process in this case was usually like "Ok, let's start doing this and see how it goes. *waits to see if things start to get painfully slow and a lot of errors start happening* Ok, there are lots of errors happening and the site is getting slow to use, let's block all bot traffic and see if that helps. *that helps for a while and then things start to pile up again* Ok, let's try flipping the site into maintenance mode (i.e. take it down) just for a minute or two and see if that lets it catch up. *that helps for a bit and then things start to get slow and not catch up with just a few minutes of downtime* Ok, we do need to actually take it down and just let the process run until it finishes. " My point is that they first try various options that, if they work, will not require taking the site down all the way, before resorting to downtime. If they left it up, the process would take a lot longer, and people would experience a lot more problems while using the site. Taking it down is safer and more efficient in that kind of case.
Fourth: The same people doing the work need to communicate it to the people who do the tweets/tumblr posts/status updates. So not just doing complicated database stuff, but also telling communications "hey we are about to do X and Y and it will take approximately Z hours". (Fortunately we have mostly moved on from the times when it was literally the SAME people trying to do both things, and have dedicated communications folks to help.) Sometimes when they are trying to do a lot of things at once, the technical volunteers might not communicate as quickly or clearly as would be ideal, or a comms person might not immediately be available to make a post, so a status update is a bit later than we prefer, but we try to always communicate to users before doing something big like taking the site down. In a normal situation with planned downtime, the ideal is to make a post a couple of days before, then an hour before, and then at the time the downtime happens, and then when it's done. Sometimes there isn't time for as much advance warning, when something is either unexpected or doesn't go as planned.
Fifth: Also the people doing this are doing it in their spare time, around real jobs, and often on their evenings, weekends, in the middle of the night, while they're trying to cook dinner, etc. and they're doing it better than many sites with paid employees and larger staff. So cordially, anyone saying that they're lying or not doing a good enough job can go to hell.
I have an idea for a fanfic series that has been bubbling away since 2020. I've been really seriously thinking about this concept again. However I need help on a major thing. While I'm FAMILIAR with tarot, I'm not remotely expert enough at it to be like "oh yeah... I have to use these cards in the reading."
I'm hoping someone who is a major MCU fan and pretty knowledgeable about tarot is willing to help me create a tarot spread for the story. Basically the tarot spread foreshadows events that happen later on to the character(s) who are getting the reading. But naturally it makes absolutely zero sense whatsoever to the character(s) until much later.
If anyone is interested in helping out, leave a comment or send me a message. I'll be happy to talk to you outside of Tumblr since there's probably some back and forth as I explain what type of things should be foreshadowed in said reading, etc. I'd rather not reveal too many plot points beyond what's necessary.
Anyone that helps me out, you're most definitely getting credit and a shout out when I finally write and release the story online later on.
just a heads up to my fellow writers out there that AO3 is currently fighting off bots commenting on people’s works to tell them that AO3 will delete their fics “due to the works being deprecated”, and the deletion will affect their accounts unless the authors delete the fics themselves first. IT IS A SCAM. AO3 will NOT delete your works. please do NOT fall for these bots!
I’ve been told the reason why these bots are doing this is due to copyright infringement issue where they’re trying to steal your works (possibly to train AI but this is just a guess) ‼️‼️‼️and once you deleted your fics, it will be either very difficult or impossible for you to claim ownership of your own fics when they were already deleted.‼️‼️‼️
a reminder that AO3 will never contact you through your comments section (in case they claim to be one of the moderators). AO3 will only contact you through your email address which you use to register your account, and it will be from AO3’s official handle. not some sketchy ass @
so if you get a comment telling you you should “delete your works to protect your account because AO3 is doing blah blah blah” report that comment. don’t delete your works.
PLEASE DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SCAM.
AO3 IS NOT DELETING WORKS.
DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE CLAIMS THEY KNOW SOMETHING.
just a heads up to my fellow writers out there that AO3 is currently fighting off bots commenting on people’s works to tell them that AO3 will delete their fics “due to the works being deprecated”, and the deletion will affect their accounts unless the authors delete the fics themselves first. IT IS A SCAM. AO3 will NOT delete your works. please do NOT fall for these bots!
I’ve been told the reason why these bots are doing this is due to copyright infringement issue where they’re trying to steal your works (possibly to train AI but this is just a guess) ‼️‼️‼️and once you deleted your fics, it will be either very difficult or impossible for you to claim ownership of your own fics when they were already deleted.‼️‼️‼️
a reminder that AO3 will never contact you through your comments section (in case they claim to be one of the moderators). AO3 will only contact you through your email address which you use to register your account, and it will be from AO3’s official handle. not some sketchy ass @
so if you get a comment telling you you should “delete your works to protect your account because AO3 is doing blah blah blah” report that comment. don’t delete your works.
PLEASE DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SCAM.
AO3 IS NOT DELETING WORKS.
DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE CLAIMS THEY KNOW SOMETHING.
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I've been reading Pride and Prejudice and I really wish I could find just a group of people and we could record it chapter by chapter, a narrator, each character and just... You know, have fun.
Not a money project, just a hobby.
"Oh, we recorded Pride and Prejudice together in a podcast format, chapter by chapter."
I don't have an English accent, so I don't know if anyone would want to hear me in this, but it would be so fun! I think reading Lady Catherine would be awesome. Caroline too.
