Steve Rogers

Steve comes in behind him, carrying a bunch of baby supplies, he sets them down and walks over to Bucky, rubbing his back lightly. “Why don’t you go rest darling? I’ll get the girls settled and everything okay?”

Bucky sighs. “I don’t need to rest. I’m fine…” he’s very clearly exhausted.

“You do need to, Bucky you just had twins.” Steve guides him over to the couch. He picks up Maria, gently rocking her. “Look at you…”

Bucky groans and sits down. “I’m fine!” Maria coos at Steve, staring up at him with big, brown eyes just like Tony’s. Sarah squirms, wanting to be held too. Bucky scoops her up. “Come here, sweetie…”

“You don’t have to be fine, you had babies, you can take time to rest.” Steve smiles softly at Maria, he loves her eyes. He kisses her forehead gently. “Aren’t you beautiful?” He smiles gently over at Bucky with Sarah, Sarah cooes softly at Bucky.

Bucky sighs. “I know… but I’m not going to rest. We need to take. Are of them.” He smiles when Sarah coos. “Yes, I’m talking about you…”

“Yeah, but… just be careful Buck, okay? You can rest and take care of them.” Steve leans over and kisses his cheek. He settles down on the couch with Maria in his arms. “Look at them…” He whispers.

Bucky sits down with him, gently rocking Sarah. “I know… I know.” He beams. “They look just like you and Tony…”

“They do… oh I love them so much-” Steve holds Maria gently, rocking her in his arms. “Sarah’s already getting your grumpy face.” He laughs softly and waves his fingers at Sarah.

Bucky scowls. “What? She does not!” Sarah pouts slightly, looking almost identical to Bucky.

“Identical.” Steve grins at Bucky, he shifts Maria to one arm, reaching out to brush his fingers against Sarah’s cheek. “Hey baby…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re such a liar…” he mumbles. Sarah blinks, then giggles.

“Am not!” Steve shifts and gives Maria to Bucky, he scoops up Sarah and laughs. “Aren’t you a happy grumpy lovebug? Just like your dad…” Maria scrunches her nose at Bucky. “She’s got Tony’s hair…” Steve grins and reaches out, gently brushing Maria’s hair back.

Sarah coos at him, staring back with greyish blue eyes like Bucky’s, with a hint of green in certain lighting like Steve’s. Bucky sighs. “I can’t believe this…” he mumbles, holding Maria with a soft smile. “All that for you both to look like your dads…”

Steve lets out a very soft laugh, shaking his head. “She’s got your eyes…” He brushes his thumb over Sarah’s cheek. “They’re so perfect Bucky… you did amazing.” He leans over and kisses a Bucky’s cheek.

Sarah coos happily at him. Bucky sighs. “… yeah, they are… they’re everything.”

Steve smiles softly, kissing the top of her head. “Absolutely everything… I love them so much.”

Bucky smiles and looks up. “Hey, love.” He walks over and wraps his arms around Steve. “Happy fake birthday,” he mumbles, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve laughs softly, leaning into Bucky’s hold. “Thanks love…” He smiles gently at him, leaning his head back against his shoulder as he looks at everything.

Bucky sighs, glancing around. “You think you’ll be okay? With all the fireworks?” He’s not worried about himself. He’ll force himself through it to make sure steve’s okay. “And Madra?”

Steve sighs and shakes his head slightly. “I’m not sure it’ll be great, but I have to. You can go back to the apartment, I don’t want you hurt.” Steve leans back into him more. “Left Madra at home, I don’t want her scared.”

“No, I’ll be fine. I want to be with you.” He gently squeezes Steve’s hand. “Okay, good. I just worry it might freak her out to be alone when they start going off.”

Steve smiles and squeezes his hand back. “To celebrate my very real birthday?” He lets out a short laugh before nodding, face softening. “So do I… I told the cats to stay with her.”

Bucky nods. “Yep, your very real birthday…” he kisses Steve’s cheek. “Okay… good. Alpine should hopefully keep her calm if she freaks.”

“You better have gotten me a present.” Steve takes pouts, smiling at the kiss. “I hope so, we can go home and check on her after I finish my duties here.” He eyes the fireworks for a moment, then calls out thanks to people yelling happy birthday at him.

Bucky laughs. “What if I didn’t?” He teases, knowing full well he bought presents anyway. “She’ll be okay…”

Steve pouts and laughs. “Then I’d be sad.”he hums and nods, leaning into Bucky. “She will…” He glances to the fireworks again, wincing.

“Don’t worry, I got you something.” He smiles, then sighs. “At least this means we’ll have peace on your actual birthday.”

“That is why I don’t mind everyone thinking it’s today.” Steve softens and smiles, closing his eyes for a moment.

Bucky nods and gently kisses Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, it’s perfect…” he sighs. “Can you imagine if you really were born today? Christ… I can’t believe people think it’s true…”

Steve hums and closes his eyes. “I know… it’s so obviously not true.” He chuckles and opens his eyes, looking out at the crowds.

Bucky sighs. “But… if it makes other people happy… who cares?”

“Yeah… who cares.” Steve echos with a small smile, he leans up and kisses his cheek. “And hey two birthdays is fun.”

Bucky laughs. “That means I get to spoil you twice a year instead of just once!”

Steve grins and kisses him gently. “I get to be spoiled my you!” He leans into him.

Bucky hums into the kiss. “You do! My beautiful, spoiled Stevie.”

You spoil me too much…” Steve snuggles into him and smiles. “Come on, I have a speech…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Do you have to give it…? That’s stupid…”

“Yeah, big American speech.” Steve rolls his eyes as he darts through the crowd.

Bucky scoffs. “You want me to stay with you?”

“Stand in the front?” Steve brushes Bucky’s hair back, sighing deeply as he hears his name called.

Bucks nods and gives Steve a quick kiss on the cheek before he heads out into the crowd. He stands as close to Steve as he can get.

Steve waves and walks up onto the stage, giving his speech. Though only Bucky would be able to tell he’s tired, and not feeling the best about the crowds.

Bucky frowns, noticing this. He’s about to slip up to Steve to say something, but right before he does a firework goes off. He gasps and reaches for his gun.

Steve gasps and jerks back, he thought they were going to go off after his speech. He claps his hands over his ears, dropping to the ground, breathing heavily, war- where’s Bucky?!

Bucky looks around, searching for Steve as he raises his gun. “Steve!” He calls, and the people around him scream.

Steve cried out and tries to crawl off the stage, panic coursing through him. Bucky- he needs Bucky! Another firework goes off and Steve cries out, scrambling to hide, frantically trying to find a gun.

Bucky stumbles. Civilians! There’s bombs going off and no one’s trying to find cover?! “Steve! Where are you?!”

Steve gasps when he realizes there’s civilians, he tries to get up, stumbling through the crowd. “Bucky! Here!” He cries out and covers his ears.

Bucky sees him and rushes over, handing him his extra gun. “We need to get these people out of here—“

Steve nods and grabs the gun, going into missions mode, shoving down his panic. “We do- everyone move! Out! Find shelter!” He yells as he starts to push through the crowd.

Bucky follows behind him. “We’re under attack!! Get moving! Now!”

“Move!” Steve yells, grabbing at his head as more fireworks go off. Why won’t anyone listen?!

Bucky cries out in pain and covers his ears. “Fuck! Where is that coming from?”

“I don’t know!” Steve cries out and covers his ears again.

Bucky pulls Steve into his arms. “We need to find somewhere to shelter—“

Steve nods and covers his ears, glancing around wildly.

Bucky stumbles into an alleyway, pulling Steve with him. “I don’t— Stevie—“

Steve shakes his head as he follows Bucky. “Bucky-” He covers his ears, breathing quickly.

Bucky presses his back against the wall, eyes darting around. “This doesn’t make sense—“

Steve breathes heavily, curling into himself with his ears covered, he shuffles and curls around Bucky, shielding him with his body. “It doesn’t-”

Bucky leans against Steve, his breathing picking up. “Bad… bad— must’ve… been a bad asset—“

“What-?” Steve sounds incredibly confused, he breathing quickly, letting out a panicked cry when another firework goes off.

Winter clings to Steve as tight as he can, eyes wide. “I-I don’t— I don’t know what’s happening—“

Steve grabs tightly to Winter, trying to hide him from everything. “We’ll be okay, it’ll be over- I don’t…”

Winter whines and buries himself against Steve’s chest. A few moments later, someone enters the alley. “… Captain? Sergeant?”

Steve holds Bucky tightly, breathing heavily. His head jerks up quickly, eyes wide. “Go! You have to get to shelter!”

Winter snarls and shoves himself between and the man. “Don’t come closer!” He snaps, eyes narrowing. The man blinks and steps back. “Woah—“

“There’s bomb! Back off-” Steve grabs onto Winter’s shoulder, eyeing the man over his shoulder, breathing shakily.

Winter continues to growl. He needs to protect handler husband Steve? The man keeps backing away, terrified of Winter.

Steve curls around Bucky, he shakes his head at the man. “Get away! Don’t hurt us-” He raises a gun st the man.

Winter grabs a gun as well, aiming it at the man’s head. He screams and runs. Winter relaxes slightly once he’s out of sight.

Steve lowers his gun. A firework explodes over their heads loudly. Steve lets out a strangled scream and takes off running without warning.

Winter cowers, then whines when Steve runs. He scrambles after him. “Steve!”

Steve stops and grabs Winter’s hand before he takes off running again, pure panic coursing through him. Somehow he ends up at their home.

Winter looks around their house, eyes narrowed. Alpine comes rushing out of their bedroom when they get home. “You’re back!! I need help! Madra and Liho won’t get out from under the bed!”

Steve lets out a scream when Alpine runs at him, he jumps up onto the couch, yanking Winter up with him.

Winter snarls at Alpine, who tilts her head at them, confused. Talking cat… threat. Must be a spy— he pulls his gun on her. She yelps and backs away. “Dads?”

Steve wraps his arms around Winter, wincing and hiding against him. “We have to be safe!” He yells shakily.

Alpine whines and dashes back into the bedroom, terrified. Shes never seen either of them like that… Winter wraps an arm protectively around Steve. “… spy cat…”

Steve nods shakily in agreement. “Yeah…” she closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. “I don’t understand what’s happening-”

Winter flinches when another firework goes off. From the bedroom, Madra lets out a long, terrified whine.

Steve cries out and drops down, crawling under one of the chairs in the room, covering his ears.

Winter follows him, eyes wide. Everything is wrong— “… dog… there’s a dog here…”

Steve curls into himself, breathing heavily and shaking his head. “I don’t- I can’t!”

Winter sits down beside him. He needs to protect Steve. That’s his mission right now. Alpine hesitantly comes back out of the bedroom, Madra and Liho following her. They’re both shaking. “… dads…?”

Steve looks up shakily, eyes wide. “Cats…” He mumbles, staring at them. “And dog…” He winces and hides his face in Winter’s neck, he just needs to wait for the bombs to go away-

Winter eyes them warily. Soon enough another firework goes off. Madra yelps and barrels into Steve’s arms, searching for comfort. Liho follows right after, hiding against Winter. Winter freezes, eyes wide.

Steve freezes, he lets out a panicked sound before wrapping his arms tightly around Madra, he buries his face into her fur, breathing heavily.

Winter drops his gun and scoops up Liho and Alpine. “S-Stevie—“

“Winter…” Steve hides against Winter, holding on tightly to Madra

Steve comes in behind him, carrying a bunch of baby supplies, he sets them down and walks over to Bucky, rubbing his back lightly. “Why don’t you go rest darling? I’ll get the girls settled and everything okay?”

Bucky sighs. “I don’t need to rest. I’m fine…” he’s very clearly exhausted.

“You do need to, Bucky you just had twins.” Steve guides him over to the couch. He picks up Maria, gently rocking her. “Look at you…”

Bucky groans and sits down. “I’m fine!” Maria coos at Steve, staring up at him with big, brown eyes just like Tony’s. Sarah squirms, wanting to be held too. Bucky scoops her up. “Come here, sweetie…”

“You don’t have to be fine, you had babies, you can take time to rest.” Steve smiles softly at Maria, he loves her eyes. He kisses her forehead gently. “Aren’t you beautiful?” He smiles gently over at Bucky with Sarah, Sarah cooes softly at Bucky.

Bucky sighs. “I know… but I’m not going to rest. We need to take. Are of them.” He smiles when Sarah coos. “Yes, I’m talking about you…”

“Yeah, but… just be careful Buck, okay? You can rest and take care of them.” Steve leans over and kisses his cheek. He settles down on the couch with Maria in his arms. “Look at them…” He whispers.

Bucky sits down with him, gently rocking Sarah. “I know… I know.” He beams. “They look just like you and Tony…”

“They do… oh I love them so much-” Steve holds Maria gently, rocking her in his arms. “Sarah’s already getting your grumpy face.” He laughs softly and waves his fingers at Sarah.

Bucky scowls. “What? She does not!” Sarah pouts slightly, looking almost identical to Bucky.

“Identical.” Steve grins at Bucky, he shifts Maria to one arm, reaching out to brush his fingers against Sarah’s cheek. “Hey baby…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re such a liar…” he mumbles. Sarah blinks, then giggles.

“Am not!” Steve shifts and gives Maria to Bucky, he scoops up Sarah and laughs. “Aren’t you a happy grumpy lovebug? Just like your dad…” Maria scrunches her nose at Bucky. “She’s got Tony’s hair…” Steve grins and reaches out, gently brushing Maria’s hair back.

Sarah coos at him, staring back with greyish blue eyes like Bucky’s, with a hint of green in certain lighting like Steve’s. Bucky sighs. “I can’t believe this…” he mumbles, holding Maria with a soft smile. “All that for you both to look like your dads…”

Steve lets out a very soft laugh, shaking his head. “She’s got your eyes…” He brushes his thumb over Sarah’s cheek. “They’re so perfect Bucky… you did amazing.” He leans over and kisses a Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky smiles and looks up. “Hey, love.” He walks over and wraps his arms around Steve. “Happy fake birthday,” he mumbles, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve laughs softly, leaning into Bucky’s hold. “Thanks love…” He smiles gently at him, leaning his head back against his shoulder as he looks at everything.

Bucky sighs, glancing around. “You think you’ll be okay? With all the fireworks?” He’s not worried about himself. He’ll force himself through it to make sure steve’s okay. “And Madra?”

Steve sighs and shakes his head slightly. “I’m not sure it’ll be great, but I have to. You can go back to the apartment, I don’t want you hurt.” Steve leans back into him more. “Left Madra at home, I don’t want her scared.”

“No, I’ll be fine. I want to be with you.” He gently squeezes Steve’s hand. “Okay, good. I just worry it might freak her out to be alone when they start going off.”

Steve smiles and squeezes his hand back. “To celebrate my very real birthday?” He lets out a short laugh before nodding, face softening. “So do I… I told the cats to stay with her.”

Bucky nods. “Yep, your very real birthday…” he kisses Steve’s cheek. “Okay… good. Alpine should hopefully keep her calm if she freaks.”

“You better have gotten me a present.” Steve takes pouts, smiling at the kiss. “I hope so, we can go home and check on her after I finish my duties here.” He eyes the fireworks for a moment, then calls out thanks to people yelling happy birthday at him.

Bucky laughs. “What if I didn’t?” He teases, knowing full well he bought presents anyway. “She’ll be okay…”

Steve pouts and laughs. “Then I’d be sad.”he hums and nods, leaning into Bucky. “She will…” He glances to the fireworks again, wincing.

“Don’t worry, I got you something.” He smiles, then sighs. “At least this means we’ll have peace on your actual birthday.”

“That is why I don’t mind everyone thinking it’s today.” Steve softens and smiles, closing his eyes for a moment.

Bucky nods and gently kisses Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, it’s perfect…” he sighs. “Can you imagine if you really were born today? Christ… I can’t believe people think it’s true…”

Steve hums and closes his eyes. “I know… it’s so obviously not true.” He chuckles and opens his eyes, looking out at the crowds.

Bucky sighs. “But… if it makes other people happy… who cares?”

“Yeah… who cares.” Steve echos with a small smile, he leans up and kisses his cheek. “And hey two birthdays is fun.”

Bucky laughs. “That means I get to spoil you twice a year instead of just once!”

Steve grins and kisses him gently. “I get to be spoiled my you!” He leans into him.

Bucky hums into the kiss. “You do! My beautiful, spoiled Stevie.”

You spoil me too much…” Steve snuggles into him and smiles. “Come on, I have a speech…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Do you have to give it…? That’s stupid…”

“Yeah, big American speech.” Steve rolls his eyes as he darts through the crowd.

Bucky scoffs. “You want me to stay with you?”

“Stand in the front?” Steve brushes Bucky’s hair back, sighing deeply as he hears his name called.

Bucks nods and gives Steve a quick kiss on the cheek before he heads out into the crowd. He stands as close to Steve as he can get.

Steve waves and walks up onto the stage, giving his speech. Though only Bucky would be able to tell he’s tired, and not feeling the best about the crowds.

Bucky frowns, noticing this. He’s about to slip up to Steve to say something, but right before he does a firework goes off. He gasps and reaches for his gun.

Steve gasps and jerks back, he thought they were going to go off after his speech. He claps his hands over his ears, dropping to the ground, breathing heavily, war- where’s Bucky?!

Bucky looks around, searching for Steve as he raises his gun. “Steve!” He calls, and the people around him scream.

Steve cried out and tries to crawl off the stage, panic coursing through him. Bucky- he needs Bucky! Another firework goes off and Steve cries out, scrambling to hide, frantically trying to find a gun.

Bucky stumbles. Civilians! There’s bombs going off and no one’s trying to find cover?! “Steve! Where are you?!”

Steve gasps when he realizes there’s civilians, he tries to get up, stumbling through the crowd. “Bucky! Here!” He cries out and covers his ears.

Bucky sees him and rushes over, handing him his extra gun. “We need to get these people out of here—“

Steve nods and grabs the gun, going into missions mode, shoving down his panic. “We do- everyone move! Out! Find shelter!” He yells as he starts to push through the crowd.

Bucky follows behind him. “We’re under attack!! Get moving! Now!”

“Move!” Steve yells, grabbing at his head as more fireworks go off. Why won’t anyone listen?!

Bucky cries out in pain and covers his ears. “Fuck! Where is that coming from?”

“I don’t know!” Steve cries out and covers his ears again.

Bucky pulls Steve into his arms. “We need to find somewhere to shelter—“

Steve nods and covers his ears, glancing around wildly.

Bucky stumbles into an alleyway, pulling Steve with him. “I don’t— Stevie—“

Steve shakes his head as he follows Bucky. “Bucky-” He covers his ears, breathing quickly.

Bucky presses his back against the wall, eyes darting around. “This doesn’t make sense—“

Steve breathes heavily, curling into himself with his ears covered, he shuffles and curls around Bucky, shielding him with his body. “It doesn’t-”

Bucky leans against Steve, his breathing picking up. “Bad… bad— must’ve… been a bad asset—“

“What-?” Steve sounds incredibly confused, he breathing quickly, letting out a panicked cry when another firework goes off.

Winter clings to Steve as tight as he can, eyes wide. “I-I don’t— I don’t know what’s happening—“

Steve grabs tightly to Winter, trying to hide him from everything. “We’ll be okay, it’ll be over- I don’t…”

Winter whines and buries himself against Steve’s chest. A few moments later, someone enters the alley. “… Captain? Sergeant?”

Steve holds Bucky tightly, breathing heavily. His head jerks up quickly, eyes wide. “Go! You have to get to shelter!”

Winter snarls and shoves himself between and the man. “Don’t come closer!” He snaps, eyes narrowing. The man blinks and steps back. “Woah—“

“There’s bomb! Back off-” Steve grabs onto Winter’s shoulder, eyeing the man over his shoulder, breathing shakily.

Winter continues to growl. He needs to protect handler husband Steve? The man keeps backing away, terrified of Winter.

Steve curls around Bucky, he shakes his head at the man. “Get away! Don’t hurt us-” He raises a gun st the man.

Winter grabs a gun as well, aiming it at the man’s head. He screams and runs. Winter relaxes slightly once he’s out of sight.

Steve lowers his gun. A firework explodes over their heads loudly. Steve lets out a strangled scream and takes off running without warning.

Winter cowers, then whines when Steve runs. He scrambles after him. “Steve!”

Steve stops and grabs Winter’s hand before he takes off running again, pure panic coursing through him. Somehow he ends up at their home.

Winter looks around their house, eyes narrowed. Alpine comes rushing out of their bedroom when they get home. “You’re back!! I need help! Madra and Liho won’t get out from under the bed!”

Steve lets out a scream when Alpine runs at him, he jumps up onto the couch, yanking Winter up with him.

Winter snarls at Alpine, who tilts her head at them, confused. Talking cat… threat. Must be a spy— he pulls his gun on her. She yelps and backs away. “Dads?”

Steve wraps his arms around Winter, wincing and hiding against him. “We have to be safe!” He yells shakily.

Alpine whines and dashes back into the bedroom, terrified. Shes never seen either of them like that… Winter wraps an arm protectively around Steve. “… spy cat…”

Steve nods shakily in agreement. “Yeah…” she closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. “I don’t understand what’s happening-”

Winter flinches when another firework goes off. From the bedroom, Madra lets out a long, terrified whine.

Steve cries out and drops down, crawling under one of the chairs in the room, covering his ears.

Winter follows him, eyes wide. Everything is wrong— “… dog… there’s a dog here…”

Steve curls into himself, breathing heavily and shaking his head. “I don’t- I can’t!”

Winter sits down beside him. He needs to protect Steve. That’s his mission right now. Alpine hesitantly comes back out of the bedroom, Madra and Liho following her. They’re both shaking. “… dads…?”

Steve looks up shakily, eyes wide. “Cats…” He mumbles, staring at them. “And dog…” He winces and hides his face in Winter’s neck, he just needs to wait for the bombs to go away-

Winter eyes them warily. Soon enough another firework goes off. Madra yelps and barrels into Steve’s arms, searching for comfort. Liho follows right after, hiding against Winter. Winter freezes, eyes wide.

Steve freezes, he lets out a panicked sound before wrapping his arms tightly around Madra, he buries his face into her fur, breathing heavily.

Steve comes in behind him, carrying a bunch of baby supplies, he sets them down and walks over to Bucky, rubbing his back lightly. “Why don’t you go rest darling? I’ll get the girls settled and everything okay?”

Bucky sighs. “I don’t need to rest. I’m fine…” he’s very clearly exhausted.

“You do need to, Bucky you just had twins.” Steve guides him over to the couch. He picks up Maria, gently rocking her. “Look at you…”

Bucky groans and sits down. “I’m fine!” Maria coos at Steve, staring up at him with big, brown eyes just like Tony’s. Sarah squirms, wanting to be held too. Bucky scoops her up. “Come here, sweetie…”

“You don’t have to be fine, you had babies, you can take time to rest.” Steve smiles softly at Maria, he loves her eyes. He kisses her forehead gently. “Aren’t you beautiful?” He smiles gently over at Bucky with Sarah, Sarah cooes softly at Bucky.

Bucky sighs. “I know… but I’m not going to rest. We need to take. Are of them.” He smiles when Sarah coos. “Yes, I’m talking about you…”

“Yeah, but… just be careful Buck, okay? You can rest and take care of them.” Steve leans over and kisses his cheek. He settles down on the couch with Maria in his arms. “Look at them…” He whispers.

Bucky sits down with him, gently rocking Sarah. “I know… I know.” He beams. “They look just like you and Tony…”

“They do… oh I love them so much-” Steve holds Maria gently, rocking her in his arms. “Sarah’s already getting your grumpy face.” He laughs softly and waves his fingers at Sarah.

Bucky scowls. “What? She does not!” Sarah pouts slightly, looking almost identical to Bucky.

“Identical.” Steve grins at Bucky, he shifts Maria to one arm, reaching out to brush his fingers against Sarah’s cheek. “Hey baby…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re such a liar…” he mumbles. Sarah blinks, then giggles.

“Am not!” Steve shifts and gives Maria to Bucky, he scoops up Sarah and laughs. “Aren’t you a happy grumpy lovebug? Just like your dad…” Maria scrunches her nose at Bucky. “She’s got Tony’s hair…” Steve grins and reaches out, gently brushing Maria’s hair back.

Bucky smiles and looks up. “Hey, love.” He walks over and wraps his arms around Steve. “Happy fake birthday,” he mumbles, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve laughs softly, leaning into Bucky’s hold. “Thanks love…” He smiles gently at him, leaning his head back against his shoulder as he looks at everything.

Bucky sighs, glancing around. “You think you’ll be okay? With all the fireworks?” He’s not worried about himself. He’ll force himself through it to make sure steve’s okay. “And Madra?”

Steve sighs and shakes his head slightly. “I’m not sure it’ll be great, but I have to. You can go back to the apartment, I don’t want you hurt.” Steve leans back into him more. “Left Madra at home, I don’t want her scared.”

“No, I’ll be fine. I want to be with you.” He gently squeezes Steve’s hand. “Okay, good. I just worry it might freak her out to be alone when they start going off.”

Steve smiles and squeezes his hand back. “To celebrate my very real birthday?” He lets out a short laugh before nodding, face softening. “So do I… I told the cats to stay with her.”

Bucky nods. “Yep, your very real birthday…” he kisses Steve’s cheek. “Okay… good. Alpine should hopefully keep her calm if she freaks.”

“You better have gotten me a present.” Steve takes pouts, smiling at the kiss. “I hope so, we can go home and check on her after I finish my duties here.” He eyes the fireworks for a moment, then calls out thanks to people yelling happy birthday at him.

Bucky laughs. “What if I didn’t?” He teases, knowing full well he bought presents anyway. “She’ll be okay…”

Steve pouts and laughs. “Then I’d be sad.”he hums and nods, leaning into Bucky. “She will…” He glances to the fireworks again, wincing.

“Don’t worry, I got you something.” He smiles, then sighs. “At least this means we’ll have peace on your actual birthday.”

“That is why I don’t mind everyone thinking it’s today.” Steve softens and smiles, closing his eyes for a moment.

Bucky nods and gently kisses Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, it’s perfect…” he sighs. “Can you imagine if you really were born today? Christ… I can’t believe people think it’s true…”

Steve hums and closes his eyes. “I know… it’s so obviously not true.” He chuckles and opens his eyes, looking out at the crowds.

Bucky sighs. “But… if it makes other people happy… who cares?”

“Yeah… who cares.” Steve echos with a small smile, he leans up and kisses his cheek. “And hey two birthdays is fun.”

Bucky laughs. “That means I get to spoil you twice a year instead of just once!”

Steve grins and kisses him gently. “I get to be spoiled my you!” He leans into him.

Bucky hums into the kiss. “You do! My beautiful, spoiled Stevie.”

You spoil me too much…” Steve snuggles into him and smiles. “Come on, I have a speech…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Do you have to give it…? That’s stupid…”

“Yeah, big American speech.” Steve rolls his eyes as he darts through the crowd.

Bucky scoffs. “You want me to stay with you?”

“Stand in the front?” Steve brushes Bucky’s hair back, sighing deeply as he hears his name called.

Bucks nods and gives Steve a quick kiss on the cheek before he heads out into the crowd. He stands as close to Steve as he can get.

Steve waves and walks up onto the stage, giving his speech. Though only Bucky would be able to tell he’s tired, and not feeling the best about the crowds.

Bucky frowns, noticing this. He’s about to slip up to Steve to say something, but right before he does a firework goes off. He gasps and reaches for his gun.

Steve gasps and jerks back, he thought they were going to go off after his speech. He claps his hands over his ears, dropping to the ground, breathing heavily, war- where’s Bucky?!

Bucky looks around, searching for Steve as he raises his gun. “Steve!” He calls, and the people around him scream.

Steve cried out and tries to crawl off the stage, panic coursing through him. Bucky- he needs Bucky! Another firework goes off and Steve cries out, scrambling to hide, frantically trying to find a gun.

Bucky stumbles. Civilians! There’s bombs going off and no one’s trying to find cover?! “Steve! Where are you?!”

Steve gasps when he realizes there’s civilians, he tries to get up, stumbling through the crowd. “Bucky! Here!” He cries out and covers his ears.

Bucky sees him and rushes over, handing him his extra gun. “We need to get these people out of here—“

Steve nods and grabs the gun, going into missions mode, shoving down his panic. “We do- everyone move! Out! Find shelter!” He yells as he starts to push through the crowd.

Bucky follows behind him. “We’re under attack!! Get moving! Now!”

“Move!” Steve yells, grabbing at his head as more fireworks go off. Why won’t anyone listen?!

Bucky cries out in pain and covers his ears. “Fuck! Where is that coming from?”

“I don’t know!” Steve cries out and covers his ears again.

Bucky pulls Steve into his arms. “We need to find somewhere to shelter—“

Steve nods and covers his ears, glancing around wildly.

Bucky stumbles into an alleyway, pulling Steve with him. “I don’t— Stevie—“

Steve shakes his head as he follows Bucky. “Bucky-” He covers his ears, breathing quickly.

Bucky presses his back against the wall, eyes darting around. “This doesn’t make sense—“

Steve breathes heavily, curling into himself with his ears covered, he shuffles and curls around Bucky, shielding him with his body. “It doesn’t-”

Bucky leans against Steve, his breathing picking up. “Bad… bad— must’ve… been a bad asset—“

“What-?” Steve sounds incredibly confused, he breathing quickly, letting out a panicked cry when another firework goes off.

Winter clings to Steve as tight as he can, eyes wide. “I-I don’t— I don’t know what’s happening—“

Steve grabs tightly to Winter, trying to hide him from everything. “We’ll be okay, it’ll be over- I don’t…”

Winter whines and buries himself against Steve’s chest. A few moments later, someone enters the alley. “… Captain? Sergeant?”

Steve holds Bucky tightly, breathing heavily. His head jerks up quickly, eyes wide. “Go! You have to get to shelter!”

Winter snarls and shoves himself between and the man. “Don’t come closer!” He snaps, eyes narrowing. The man blinks and steps back. “Woah—“

“There’s bomb! Back off-” Steve grabs onto Winter’s shoulder, eyeing the man over his shoulder, breathing shakily.

Winter continues to growl. He needs to protect handler husband Steve? The man keeps backing away, terrified of Winter.

Steve curls around Bucky, he shakes his head at the man. “Get away! Don’t hurt us-” He raises a gun st the man.

Winter grabs a gun as well, aiming it at the man’s head. He screams and runs. Winter relaxes slightly once he’s out of sight.

Steve lowers his gun. A firework explodes over their heads loudly. Steve lets out a strangled scream and takes off running without warning.

Winter cowers, then whines when Steve runs. He scrambles after him. “Steve!”

Steve stops and grabs Winter’s hand before he takes off running again, pure panic coursing through him. Somehow he ends up at their home.

Winter looks around their house, eyes narrowed. Alpine comes rushing out of their bedroom when they get home. “You’re back!! I need help! Madra and Liho won’t get out from under the bed!”

Steve lets out a scream when Alpine runs at him, he jumps up onto the couch, yanking Winter up with him.

Winter snarls at Alpine, who tilts her head at them, confused. Talking cat… threat. Must be a spy— he pulls his gun on her. She yelps and backs away. “Dads?”

Steve wraps his arms around Winter, wincing and hiding against him. “We have to be safe!” He yells shakily.

Alpine whines and dashes back into the bedroom, terrified. Shes never seen either of them like that… Winter wraps an arm protectively around Steve. “… spy cat…”

Steve nods shakily in agreement. “Yeah…” she closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. “I don’t understand what’s happening-”

Winter flinches when another firework goes off. From the bedroom, Madra lets out a long, terrified whine.

Steve cries out and drops down, crawling under one of the chairs in the room, covering his ears.

Winter follows him, eyes wide. Everything is wrong— “… dog… there’s a dog here…”

Steve curls into himself, breathing heavily and shaking his head. “I don’t- I can’t!”

Winter sits down beside him. He needs to protect Steve. That’s his mission right now. Alpine hesitantly comes back out of the bedroom, Madra and Liho following her. They’re both shaking. “… dads…?”

Steve looks up shakily, eyes wide. “Cats…” He mumbles, staring at them. “And dog…” He winces and hides his face in Winter’s neck, he just needs to wait for the bombs to go away-

Steve frowns and walks over, wrapping one hand around Tony’s shoulders. “I thought I’d better be here when you were done…” He looks him over worriedly. “Baby… what’s going on?”

"How'd you know i would be here?" Tony asks, slumping into Steve's hold. He hadn't told anyone where he was going. He's shaking lightly against him. "Everything. Fucking everything is going on."

Steve instantly wraps his arms around Tony, cupping the back of his head. “I suspected things were about to get bad… and this morning you felt off… I checked a few places.” He presses a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m so sorry love…”

Tony presses into Steve, clinging to him tight enough to border on being painful. "I'm glad you found me," he admits, mouth smushed against Steve's chest. "Please, can we go home?" His voice is small, quiet.

“I’ll always find you.” Steve whispers, letting Tony cling to him as tight as he needs. He nods and gently lifts Tony fully into his arms, carrying him. “We can go home love.”

"Thank you." Tony slumps into Steve's arms. "Did you bring your car...?" He asks, cause he drove here, but he doesn't want to go to his car yet--

“Yeah baby, I did…” Steve looks concerned as he brushes Tony’s hair back. “I’m here okay? I’m here for you.” He carries him into his car.

"Thank god." He can't help but say it. He leans into the touch, settling in the passenger seat of the car. He's so glad that Steve is there with him..

“What’s wrong with your car?” Steve asks carefully, he reaches out and takes his hand squeezing it gently. “You can talk to me baby.”

Tony hesitates, embarrassment and shame covering his face for a long moment. "It-- uh. There's two bottles of whiskey in the passanger seat?"

“Oh honey…” Steve pulls Tony into a hug, kissing the side of his head. “You don’t have to feel ashamed… set backs happen love, you didn’t drink it, that’s a big step love.”

Tony presses heavily into the hug, still trembling. "I didn't drink it," he echoes shakily. He'd left the liquor store and driven straight to the meeting instead. But still.

“I’m proud of you for that.” Steve whispers, rubbing his back firmly. “It’s okay baby, things have been so hard for you right now, I know… but you’re gonna be okay, I’m going to help you okay?”

"I shouldn't have been there at all!" Tony protests weakly, he hates this, hates that he's so weak. He nods, though its shakey. "Yeah. Please, Steve... I need you."

Steve holds him close, his heart breaking for his husband. “I know… but it happened love, it happens with recovery. I’m so sorry.” He cradles him and holds him. “I’m here. I’m here…”

Tony buries his face in Steve's neck to stop himself from sobbing. He can't do this all again. "I'm sorry," he whispers into Steves chest. "Im so sorry!"

“Shh… none of that love, none of that. You’re okay.” Steve holds him tightly, rubbing his back, his heart aching for him. “Mistakes happen baby. It’s gonna be okay…”

"None of this is okay," Tony says, a small sob escaping from his mouth. He hates this. "I shouldn't-- why am I like this!?"

“I know… but it’ll be okay.” Steve wants to cry, he just holds Tony tighter. “Baby it’s not your fault, you’re an alcoholic… you’re not wrong baby, you’re not a mess up…”

Tony bites back more tears. He doesn't want tk cry. "I am bitterly away of the fact I'm an alcoholic... I'm not meant to want this anymore..."

“Honey, what do you mean? Not meant to want this? Baby, the want just doesn’t go away.” Steve curls Tony closer, wiping his tears.

"I'm meant to be better!" Tony protests. "I haven't-- I've been sober. I thought I was past this."

“Baby, you know that’s not how being sober works sadly, you’re always going to have that urge, and some days you slip up, but Tony… that doesn’t mean you’re not doing good.” Steve cups his face. “You are doing so good love, I’m so proud of you, look at where you are, past you would’ve drank those bottles, but you didn’t. That’s such good progress.”

"I don't want to feel like this anymore," Tony whispers, looking down so he doesn't have to meet Steve's gaze. "I'm so tired of this, Stevie..."

“Grá…” Steve cups his cheek, looking into his eyes, his heart shattering for his husband. “I’m so sorry you have to carry this.” He whispers before pulling him to his chest. “Im so sorry.”

Tony nods weakly, pressing himself heavily against Steve's chest. He closes his eyes like that'll make everything go away. "I hate this so much."

“I know.” Steve whispers quietly, wishing he could do more to help him. He holds Tony, whispering soft comforts.

"Why do you put up with this?" Tony asks, looking up at Steve after a little longer of him crying.

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t put up with you Tony…” He gently brushes his tears away gently. “I want to be with you Tony, I love all of you… even the flaws. I don’t mind them at all.”

"Its a pretty big flaw." Tony hates this about himself. Hates what the addiction does to him and the people he cared about.

“I know… but that’s alright, I still love you, I still want you, you could have the biggest flaw in the world and I would still choose you.” Steve brushes Tony’s hair back gently. “Tons, I love you. I’m so sorry you’re hurting so badly right now…”

"I love you too," Tony whispers, clinging to Steve gratefully. He's so lucky to have a husband like this. "Thank you," he whispers, looking up at him with wet eyes.

“Always.” Steve whispers oh so gently, he tucks Tony close for a moment before sitting back in his seat. “Can I drive us home love?”

Tony nods. "Yes, please. I'd like to be home." He thinks cuddles in bed with Steve and the dog was probably in order.

“We’ll go home then.” Steve starts driving, reaching out to hold one of Tony’s hands.

"Thank you." He takes Steve's hand, squeezing it tightly. He can get through this. He has before. "Um. Maybe you hide your super soldier booze.."

Steve squeezes his hand firmly as he drives. He frowns and nods, his heart breaking for him. “Of course baby, I’ll do that.”

"Thank you," Tony says. "Sorry," he adds, even thoug hhe knows he doesn't need to.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby…” Steve whispers, as he drives.

Tony nods but doesn't agree. He sits in heavy silence as they drive.

Steve sits quietly as he drives, heart aching for his husband. He pulls up to their home.

Tony is quiet, not saying much. He doesn't know what to say, frankly. He just feels like a screw up-

“Baby…” Steve gets out of the car, gently taking his hands. “Come inside love, it’s gonna be okay….”

"Is it?" Tony whispers hopelessly, trailing after Steve without much energy or effort.

“It is.” Steve says firmly and gently. He frowns and turns around, wrapping his arm around him, heart aching.

"Okay." Steve is usually right anyway... Tony stays closeto him as they move inside, cuddling up.

Steve’s so worried about his husband, he keeps him close as they make it inside. Madra walks over wagging her tail, she’s tilts her head and whines, nudging Tony’s hand.

Tony looks down at her dully. "Hey, girl," he greets quietly. reaching out to pet her a little bit, soft.

Madra nudges his hand again, before leaning heavily against his leg. “Bed or couch grá?’ Steve holds him gently.

Tony considers. "Bed, please," he says, continuing to reach down so he can cautiously pet Madra.

Madra stays glued to Tony’s side. Steve nods and gently leads him to their bed. “I’ve got you sweetheart.” He sits on the bed and pulls Tony into his arms.

Tony curls tightly against Steves chest, trying desperately to stay close to him. Madra is helping too. He shuts his eyes tight like they'll block out the cravings.

“You’re not alone.” Steve whispers as he rubs Tony’s back, Madra shuffles closer, leaning into Tony.

Tony makes a soft, almost whining sound as he clings to Steve. He keeps his eyes scrunched shut. It's bad, though. He's holding Steve so he doesn't get up and search for something else.

Steve wants to cry, he rubs his back firmly. “I’m here, I’m here love…” He rocks him gently in his arms.

Tony clings tighter, burying his face in the crook of Steve's neck. "It hurts," he complains quietly, small.

“I’m so sorry baby…” Steve whispers, gently cupping the back of his head, wishing he could do something more to help- “do you want a distraction?”

"Yes, please," Tony says, practically begging him for one. He opens his eyes, theyre wet and tired.

Steve could cry at the sight of Tony like this, he gently brushes his hair back. “What do you want me to do sweetheart?”

"I don't know," Tony whispers. "Something. I just want to not want this. baby. Please..."

“Okay love.” Steve says gently, he holds out his hands. “Hands baby.” He wiggles his fingers.

Tony cautiously holds his hands out to Steve, wondering where he's going.

Steve takes his hands and starts to massage them, humming softly. He squeezes his pointed finger. “Tell me what you feel.”

Tony lets his eyes close, focusing on sensation only. "You're squeezing them. They ache a little."

Steve hums in approval. “Good, what about this?” He runs one fingers lightly down Tony’s middle finger and to his palm.

Tony breathes our slowly. "Your finger moving down the middle of my hand," he murmurs carefully.

“How does it feel?” Steve brushes his finger up and down his palm, he breathes deeply, loud for Tony to copy.

"A little tickly," Tony says. He copies Steve's breathing without even really realising.

“Good…” Steve hums, smiling a bit as he copies his breathing. “What about this?” He shifts and traces along Tony’s cheekbone.

"You're touching my face, the way I like it," Tony says with a pleased note to his voice. His breathing evens.

“Yeah? Good.” Steve smiles gently, happy at the pleased note to his voice. Steve cards his fingers firmly through his hair.

"Oh, now you're stroking my hair." Tony makes a contented nose, like a cat. "This... yeah. Thank you, angel. I miss calling you that."

Steve smiles at the cat like sound, he loves being able to help Tony relax. He softens at the nickname. “I missed you calling me angel too… tell me your favorite nicknames love?”

Tony hums in consideration. "For you? Angel.. baby. Amore, sweetheart. Winghead. I like all of them.. love it when you call me baby, or gra, or darling..."

Steve smiles softly as Tony speaks, keeping his touch gentle, running his hands lightly all over his body gently. “I love all those nicknames, and I love calling you all of those baby.”

Tony gives him a slow smile, leaning into the touch all over his body. It's soothing. "Yeah? Got favourites?'

“Favorites to use for you? Hm… I like darling, Grá, I like sweetheart…” Steve brushes his hand over Tony’s chest.

"I like those too... but what about for me to use?" Tony asks, lea ing into him heavily.

Steve massages Tony’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “I like when you call me Amore, angel… baby.”

"Gotta call you those more," Tony decides. He kisses Steves cheek. "You're the best, Steve," he says.

“I would like that.” Steve smiles softly and kisses his jaw. He blushes lightly. “I try for you… feeling any better love?”

Tony shrugs a little. "Feel kinda weird honestly," he admits. "Kinda-- drowsy and a bit hyper at once?"

“Hm…” Steve frowns and gently tilts Tony’s chin up, he kisses his cheek lightly. “Have you ever felt that before?”

Tony shrugs. "Its a bit like being high, or in shock," he says. "But... not really?I dont know. Head feels jumbled."

Steve hums, brow furrowed as he thinks. He shifts and pulls Tony into his lap. Wrapping his arms around him further. “That’s strange… I’m sorry grá.”

Tony nods, giving him him weak smile and tucking his face against Steves neck. "Its okay... i love you.."

Steve cups the back of his head gently, pressing a kiss to his hair. “I love you too… get some rest yeah?”

"I'll try." Tony smiles up at him, and then lets his eyes drift shut, hoping that he'll manage to fall asleep quickly.

Steve cuddles him to his chest, rubbing jos back gently. His heart is breaking for his husband.

Tony falls asleep, but it's... not an easy task. He shakes in his dreams, hand curled around an invisible bottle.

Steve watches with concern. He kisses the top of Tony’s head shakily. He doesn’t know what to do

Tony curls into him eventually, and with his hands tucked against Steve, he sleeps better.

Steve keeps Tony tucked close, rubbing his back incredibly gentle.

"Steve, cmon," Tony mumbles in his sleep. "Just give ir to me... I can handle one..'

Steve frowns and rubs his back. “Hey… wake up baby. Wake up.”

Tony rolls over, but doesn't wake. "It's fine.." He insists in his sleep. "Nicer this way.."

“Baby…” Steve frowns and nudges his shoulder, not entirely sure if he should wake him up or not.

Tony rolls back and curls into Steve's chest. "Thank you," he murmurs, sighing contentedly, a slur to the words.

Steve frowns and rubs his back. He takes a moment before he shakes his shoulder hard. “Tony, Tons wake up sweetheart.”

Tony grumbles, blinking awake. "Wha...? What is it?" He asks, looking up at Steve with groggy eyes.

“Hey baby… you were dreaming.” Steve kisses his forehead lightly.

"Oh? Was i talking?" He hums softly at the kiss.

“A little bit yeah…” Steve brushes his hair back gentle, concern in his eyes.

Tony frowns when he sees the concern in Steve's eyes. "What did I say?"

“Just talking about drinking a little.” Steve frowns and rubs his back gently. “It’s okay, darling.”

Steve smiles and walks to Tony, wrapping his arms around with him a small laugh, shaking his head. “Thanks love…” His eyes flick around the streets briefly before back to Tony. “You’re going to tease me relentlessly aren’t you?”

He kisses his cheek. "Yes. Yes I am, cap. But first I'm going to do my husbandly duties." His face sobers for a second. "Are you going to be okay today? With the fireworks and everything?'

Steve laughs softly before his own face sobers. “I’ll be alright… I can handle on night. As soon as they start I should be able to go.” He winces and shakes his head.

"Okay. Whatever you need." He leans up to kiss his cheek lightly. "Hey, I got you these, they're noise cancelling, if you need em, okay?" He presses some small, star spangled ear buds into his hand.

Steve smiles as he takes them, feeling incredibly lucky to have Tony. He laughs when he sees the star spangled. “Really Tons? Made them to match me?” He smiles and tugs Tony into a hug. “Going to enjoy my speeches?”

"Well, it seemed to fit the theme," Tony says teasingly. "And I'd hate to disturb your colour scheme." He smiles up at him, then nods. "Course i will, baby."

“Oh yeah, gotta keep the red white and blue.” He glances down at his suit and chuckles. He smiles and kisses his cheek. Waving a hand at a few people yelling happy birthday at him.

Tony slips a hand into Steve's. He knows this can be overwhelming for him, but also knows how important he finds it. "When do you speak, love?"

“At three, then at six, then right before fireworks.” Steve lets out a laugh and shoves his hair back. “Busy day huh?” He leans down and kisses the top of his head, happy Fonys with him.

"My favourite of the year," Tony deadpans. "Are you giving the same speech each time? Or are they different?" He asks, glad to be here as well.

Steve chuckles. He bums and shakes his head. “The one at three and six are the same, before fireworks is different.” He leans into Tony as he starts to walk down the street, past a few floats for the parade.

"Wonderful." Tony smiles and walks along with with him. It's nice, if you ignore all the people yelling, albiet fondly, at Steve. "Captain! Captain! Captain!"

Steve smiles and waves at them, staying close to Tony, he slowly tucks one ear buds in. “I supposed I best go do my Captain America duties of pleasing the public huh?” He glances at the crowds.

"I suppose you must. Call if you need me." He leans up and kisses his cheek. "I'll be watching in the crowd the whole time, my love," he promises him.

“I will, love you.” Steve dashes off with a wave and smile to his husband, the crowd immediately surrounding him, loud chattering.

"Love you." Tony keeps his eyes on Steve, wanting to monitor to make sure that nothing went wrong around him.

Steve makes it up to the stage eventually for his first speech, an American flag painted on one cheek, a rainbow one on the other, Steve’s grinning and looking like he’s having a fun time

Tony's glad he's enjoying himself. He loves seeing him smile like that, and cheers as he makes his speech, loud above the crowd.

Steve finishes up his speech and happily makes his way back to Tony. “Tons!” He grins and flings himself into Tony’s arms.

"Hi, there," Tony greets, fondly bemused by the eagerness but happily wrapping his arms around Steve's waist. "Having fun?"

“Surprisingly yes.” Steve laughs and leans into Tony, kissing him deeply before pressing their foreheads together. “I may have had a little super soldier booze before leaving the house.” He flushes.

Tony kisses him back and then laughs softly. "I had a feeling, you're cute when you're tipsy," he teases. "You're not hiding any jn that utility belt are you?"

“Just a little tipsy…” Steve giggles and kisses Tony again, not caring about the crowd. The face paint he’d had on from some kid deciding he needed it, smears onto Tony’s cheek. “Just a little for after my speeches…”

Tony happily kisses him back. "The face pain is cute," he comments, laughing when it smears onto him. "Mm, alright then. Troublemaker. Whens the next one? 6?"

“Kid gave it to me, said I needed the flag… both my flag.” He points to the smeared America one then to the rainbow one. He grins and kisses him quickly before taking a deep breath, he should probably try to center himself a bit… “Six yeah.”

"Smart kid," Tony says fondly. He runs a hand through Steves hair, smiling at him. Loving how happy he seems. "What do you wanna do till then?"

Steve smiles and grabs Tony’s hand, swinging it gently, he’s surprised how much he’s actually enjoying this. “A vendor said he had a birthday cupcake for me… so I thought we could stroll through the vendors, buy some snacks… then go hide in our car for a bit.”

Tony smiles and happily follows him. "Snacks and then hiding in our car sounds perfect," he says. "Is that when you want your birthday blowjob?" He asks jokingly, eyes crinkling as he teases.

Steve chokes on his breath and claps his hand over Tony’s mouth. “Tony you can’t say that! We’re in public!” He laughs and drops his hand down, leading Tony into the vendor area, shaking his head. “You’re so bad…”

Tony laughs loudly too against Steve's hand. "But its so fun seeing you go red like that," he teases. He happily follows him through the stalls.

“You’re going to get me in trouble!” Steve laughs as he looks over a few of the stalls, humming softly. He drags him over to an art stand, where he’s of course greeted with enthusiastic happy birthdays.

"Im very cheeky, I know," Tony drawls. He follows him happily to the art stand, already thinking of buying Steve something. Its nice seeing him with his fans.

Steve runs his hands over some of the leather bound sketchbooks. “These are beautiful…” He whispers, glancing up to the seller and happily chatting with him, he’s just glad he’s only ran into mostly nice people today.

"Pick one and I'll buy it," Tony promises. He looks through the stalls while Steve chats, he's so in lvoe with him.

“Thank you baby.” Steve calls out before going back to chatting. After a few minutes he floats over to Tony with a sketchbook in hand, starts scattered across it. “This is nicer than I was expecting.” He mumbles, resting his chin on Tony’s shoulder.

Tony smiles, and buys the sketchbook automatically. He's glad Steve asks for these things now. "Im glad you're having a good time, sweetheart."

“Everyone’s been surprisingly nice… though I wouldn’t be surprised if the not so nice people started showing up soon.” Steve frowns and plays with a strand of Tony’s hair. “That’s what super soldier booze is for…”

"You expecting trouble, love?" Tony asks with a slight frown of his own. He wants this to go easily for Steve, whether its his real birthday or not. "Is it , now?"

“It usually does go terribly.” Steve mumbles with a frown. He glances to Tony and sighs. “Hm? What?” He leans into his side.

"You brought your falsk just in case something went wrong..." Tony poitns out. he hates that he's anticipating this.

“Right.” Steve smiles and kisses Tony’s cheek. “Come on…” He carefully pulls Tony through the crowd. Wanting a little bit of quiet before things start up again.

Tony follows Steve towards their car, ducking inside it and kissing him. "You're doing okay?" He confirms, just in case.

“I’m okay… little overwhelmed.” Steve kisses him gently in return, slipping inside the car.

"Well, I'm right here if you need me," he promises. "Only a few more hours, then I can give you fake birthday presents."

“Thanks baby…” Steve chuckles and snuggles into Tony, closing his eyes and relaxing for a moment. “Fake birthday parties… I adore you Tony-"

"I adore you too," Tony murmurs, leaning against his husband and kissing his head gently. "Love you so much."

Steve smiles softly. He leans into Tony. “I love you so much… so… what did you get me?” He grins up at Tony, taking a quick drink from his flask

"Well, I found myself a USO tourgirl uniform like I promised months ago,' he says. "But more importantly, I got you some new oil paints, and made you something too."

“Oh fuck-” Steve flushes a deep red and grins. “I cannot wait to see you in that. Shit baby-” He kisses his cheek and softens. “You did? Oh baby thank you…”

"Thought as much," Tony says with a grin. He pulls out a little motorised keychain, clearly based on Madra. "Happy fake birthday."

Steve gasps at the keychain, he takes it carefully, his eyes bright. “Oh baby it’s perfect! Thank you-” He hugs Tony happily, feeling so in love and happy.

Tony beams. "Wait, thay isnt the best part." He presses a button on the front paw and the dog barks, clearly Madra recorded.

Steve’s eyes widen. “Tons… it’s amazing- I love it so much…” He holds it delicately, his eyes bright as he looks at it.

Tony smiles brightly. "I'm glad you like it," he says, sounding immensely pleased at the creation.

“I love it. Thank you so much baby.” Steve leans over and gives him a little kiss. He’s amazed by what Tony made, he cradles it in his hands carefully. “We better get back out there, not too long till fireworks…”

"You're welcome," Tony says happily. He kisses Steve back and then nods. "Ready to give another speech?"

Steve sighs happily into the kiss before nodding. “Yeah… we can leave after, avoid fireworks.” He smiles and gets out of the car.

"Sounds like a plan." Tony smiles and follows him, letting him take the lead through the crowd once again.

Steve manages to get them to the stage, he stops at the front of the stage and kisses Tony’s cheek. “I’ll be back after my speech.” He kisses him quickly and scurries up onto the stage.

Tony kisses him happily and then sirs back to watch the speech. Steve always gives amazing speeches, so hes kinda excited.

Steve actually does love making speeches, and having a platform like this? It’s amazing. He makes his speech, and it’s good like always, people fill the stage and Steve tries to get off the stage, wanting to be with Tony but people keep pushing him back, talking excitedly, fireworks are being prepare to be fired.

The speech is incredible, and Tony cheers. But once it's done he immediately rushes towards Steve, trying to get him away from teh crowd before the fireworks start. "Excuse me! Iron Man coming through!"

A few people step out of Tony’s way but there’s still a lot of people making it difficult. “Tony?” Tony can hear Steve and see the top of his head for a moment, but a loud boom of a firework goes off and Steve disappears.

"Shit!" Tony barges through the crowd, eyes scanning quickly for Steve. "Steve? Steve!" He cant leave him alone with the fireworks-

Steve’s tucked up on the ground, covering his hand with his hands, fireworks exploding loudly above them.

Tony finds him quickly, rushing over. "Steve, honey, we need to leave now," he says, touch and voice gentle.

Steve shakes his head quickly. “No- no cover, have to save everyone!” He tries to struggle up, breathing heavily.

"Come on, I'll get you to safety. Everyone else is covered, I promise. Buck and Clint have them." He tries to make him stand.

“Civilians-” Steve gasps as he stays on the ground, he tugs Tony down with him quickly. “Tony! Down, the bombs!”

"They're safe. Wr have to get to shelter, Steve." He knows better than to try and break him out of the flashback right now.

“Shelter- where?” Steve gasps and starts to try to crawl off the stage, holding onto Tony.

"Follow me." Tony ignores everyone around him, leading him back towards the car.

Steve follows him quickly, ducking down and wincing, tugging on Tony as they get to the car.

"Were safe in here," Tony rushes to reassure him, turning the engine on.

Steve cries out and stops the engine. “Baby no! Quiet!”

"Okay, okay, im sorry," Tony says quickly. "Ill be quiet."

Steve shoves his hands into his pockets, shakily pulling out the earbuds Tony brought him, he shoves them into his ears and covers them. “Bombs- Tony stay safe…”

"I'm safe, the suit is on standby," Tony promises. "So long as we're together, we're both safe." He quickly kisses Steve's head.

Steve breathes shakily, he shifts and wraps his arms protectively around Tony. “I won’t let the bombs get us, I won’t…”

Tony lets himsekf be held. "I know. You're very brave, baby. Everyone is safe now." He kisses his arm.

Steve tucks his chin on top of Tony’s head, holding him protectively he winces and cries out at every firework, it takes a good half hour before the fireworks stop.

Tony holds him through all of them. He hates seeing his husband so terrified. "I've got you... its all over now, love."

Steve slumps into Tony’s arms, breathing slowing a bit. “Bombs over?” He shudders and closes his eyes.

"Bombs are over. Its just us now. Everyone is safe." He strokes his cheek gently, kisses his head.

“Everyone’s safe.” Steve echos, realizing at Tony’s touch. “Back to camp?” He whispers shakily.

"Back home." Tony leans in and steals a kiss, then puts the car in drive.

“Home…?” Steve startles at the kiss, he leans back in his seat, staring out.

Tony jerks back. Bad call. "Yes. Home. Its even safer there."

“Home… Brooklyn?” Steve glances to Tony and narrows his eyes. “Howard?”

"Our apartment," Tony dodges. He flinches slightly. "...Stark, yes."

“Our…” Steve looks confused. He settles back into his seat, brow furrowed. “Howard…”

Tony swallows tensely. "What's wrong, Cap?" He forces himself not to correct Steve.

“We don’t have an apartment… going to a secret base?” Steve tilts his head, narrowing his eyes at Tony, why does this feel off?

"Yes. Someplace secure," Tony confirms, barely hiding a wince at the suspicion in Steves eyes... he hates it.

“Good.” Steve turns to stare out the window, something feels very, very wrong. “Stark…” He glances down at his hand, frowning at the ring on his finger, he pulls it off and studies it carefully. “Was this for a mission?”

Tony looks away. He doesnt know if he shoukd he breaking Steve out of the flashback or not. "What do you remember?" He asks slowly.

Steve runs his thumb over the ring, tilting his head slowly. “Being in love…” His gaze shifts to Tony. “You’re not…” He blinks rapidly and looks around the car. “Where- Tony?!”

"Oh, thank god," Tony mutters. "I'm right here, sweetheart," he says quickly. "We're on our way home. You had a flashback, but you're safe, I prmoise."

Steve looks over at Tony, his eyes are wide with fear. “There’s bombs Tony, why are there bombs?” He flings over to cover Tony, affectively blocking Tony’s view of the road and grabbing at him. “Tony shelter!”

Tony swerves off the road, slamming the car into park so they don't hit anything. Luckily, its a fairly empty road. "Steve, baby, there aren't any. They're fireworks."

Steve breathes heavily, looking around wildly. He curls his body protectively around Tony. “Fireworks? Not bombs…?”