So, James had decided that it was time to meet Draco properly. He had obviously met the boy a few times in the 6 years that the two boys had been at school, but James declared that this was different. He needed to meet Draco in his capacity as father of the boyfriend. Harry had rolled his eyes, but when he'd floo'd Draco to ask him, Draco had agreed. Saying it was just one dinner, it would be fine.

However, as soon as Lily had found out that Draco was coming to dinner, she had decided that she had to be there too. It was only fair, after all. If James and Regulus were meeting Draco as fathers of the boyfriend, then the mothers of the boyfriend should be in attendance too.

So, what was supposed to have been a small dinner for 4 people, had now spiralled into dinner with all 4 of his parents, his two uncles, his sister and his cousin. It seemed nobody wanted to miss out!

Harry had been fuming when he had found out just how big this family dinner was going to be, so, to get his revenge, he had told Draco that, when Regulus inevitably gave him first dibs on what game to play first, Draco needed to suggest charades.

Which, he did.

Harry watched as Regulus’ face fell into an unreadable mask. But Harry knew, deep down, his Pa was raging. He hated charades.

Regulus glared at Harry, but never one to be called an ungracious host, Regulus conceded and the game had begun.

They had split up into couples, Teddy and Luna pairing up as the only uncoupled two.

Regulus was currently flailing his arms through the air, desperately trying to get James to guess the movie “Deep Impact.” However, the move Regulus was using to convey the meteor hitting the earth was looking a bit more sexual than he had intended.

The result was a room full of adults and teenagers crying with laughter, as James started shouting any random movie he could think of and Regulus got redder in the face as he got more frustrated with James.

“TIME!” Sirius shouted as he paused the stopwatch.

“Bloody hell, Potter! How hard was it to guess “Deep sodding Impact!"” Regulus raged, throwing his hands in the air and slumping down on the sofa in between his husband and son.

“Babe, honestly, I was two seconds away from guessing titles inappropriate for 40% of the room, given your insane hand gestures!” James tried to reason as he also attempted to hide his smile.

Regulus refused to look at James and Harry heard him mutter, “I'm filing for divorce,” under his breath. James must have heard him too, because he chuckled lightly and planted a kiss on Regulus’ cheek and put a hand on his knee.

“You brought this on yourself, Pa.” Harry murmured to Regulus, nudging him with his elbow.

“I didn't arrange this night, it was your mum and dad!” Regulus seethed, just as quietly. His annoyance at war with his hosting manners.

“Yeah, but you didn't stop him and besides, I saw you interrogating Draco at dinner. What else was I supposed to do, but get my own back?”

Regulus breathed deeply and side eyed Harry. “Harry James Potter, you are too much like your father.” He huffed, crossing his arms.

Harry chuckled and threaded an arm through his Pa's. “I'm as much you and mum as I am dad and you know it. All three of you are just as bad as each other.” Harry chuckled again, watching Luna act out The Lion King.

Regulus hummed. “Maybe, but in this particular instance, you are James through and through.”

“Fair.” Harry conceded with a smile and dropped his head to Regulus’ shoulder. Regulus dropped his head down to meet Harry's.

A beat later, as Teddy guessed correctly and Lily stood up for her turn, Harry whispered to Regulus.

“Do you like him?” He heard the slightest worry in his voice.

“He's a very sweet boy,” Regulus answered. “And he likes you a lot. Though I can't see why.” He joked.

“Oi!” Harry exclaimed, nudging his Pa again.

“I jest, of course. He's lucky to have you and you him.”

“I really like him, Pa.” Harry sighed.

Draco was talking with Remus and Teddy, making them laugh and Harry felt his heart soften.

"We'll see," Steve said, not nearly as daunted at their lower score as everyone else thought he should be. After all, he had a plan. He just needed Tony to step into his trap, and his plan would unfold just as he knew it would.

"You're dreaming, Capsicle. Absolutely dreaming."

Steve had bite his lip to keep his face from splitting into a wide grin. It would only give away his plan, and he'd be damned if he'd give that away, especially as he heard, "And that's twenty points from Team Iron Man. Name-calling is out of bounds, Stark, and you know it."

"This is a stupid rule," Tony groused even as he watched you wiped the points from his team. "It's not my fault that these names come to me. Or that they fit others so well."

"It's also poor sportsmanship, and you know it," you countered. "Remember what happened last time? Do we really need another emergency response from maintenance because you can't learn to play nice with others?"

"Who says I'm not playing nice?"

You merely arch your brow at Tony before letting your gaze drift over to Steve.

Steve couldn't help letting a small smile slid across his lips as he met your gaze. You were just too cute and sweet for your own good sometimes, even if you were the baddest of them all with your powers. How he ever managed to catch your eye, he'd never know, but he never failed to be thankful for it.

"I call foul," Tony raged, his finger coming up to point between Steve and you. "This is favoritism right here, and I won't stand for it."

Steve almost wished your gaze didn't leave him to return to Tony, having basked in it. He'd never get enough. He was sure of it.

"That's fair," you said after a moment. "I have a proposition for you both then. I'll give your points back, Tony, if you'll let me play the lightning round with Steve. Thirty seconds to get as many points as possible. Winner will be called after that. Deal?"

Steve watched as Tony eyed you harder. He could see Tony's mind twisting and turning over every possible outcome of accepting your offer. It was clear that Tony had some doubt that you wouldn't cheat in some way to help Steve win, but Steve knew you better. You'd never use your powers in such a way. Against a bad guy, maybe, but never anyone in the room.

"Tones, you sure we can trust her?" Rhodey asked, eyeing you as well.

"Ah, Rhodes, it hurts my feelings that you don't trust me," you said though you never let your smile fall from your face. "Come on, Stark. Time's up. Lose your points or let me play the final round?"

Tony stared at you a moment longer before he shouted, "Fine, play the lightning round with your boyfriend. Let's see just how good you two truly are. You'll need three-five points to tie and thirty-six to win. Thirty seconds is all you get."

Your smile blossomed into something that nearly stole Steve's breath.

"That's all we'll need," you assured, returning the points to Tony's team.

Tony reset his watch while you grabbed up a prompt slip from the hat the two teams had been using. You quickly read whatever words had been printed before neatly folding it and setting it aside. Meeting Steve's gaze, you said, "Ready."

Tony's team count down, then shouted, "Go."

Those thirty seconds proved the longest and shortest of the evening as Steve quickly and accurately guessed each of your efforts. One right after another, you seamlessly moved from one idea to the next with him keeping pace right alongside you. The way he could read each one would've astounded anyone who hadn't witnessed how well you two worked together. It's the reason you two typically went on missions together and performed them so flawlessly.

Steve could make out the points on his team creeping higher and higher. They were sure to catch up to Tony's team without any issues. He could almost taste victory, making the comeback he knew he would with your help.

His team cheered when you two tied the game.

"Two seconds," Tony shouted in warning.

A spark came into your eye at hearing that, moving into your next clue for him.

He called out everything he could think to match the movements you made. His brain couldn't quite compute what it was that you were doing with your hands. It was so unlike him not to be able to read what you were doing.

"And time," Tony and his team shouted.

Steve groaned.

He'd been so close to victory, too.

Both teams both cheered and groaned at not being able to proclaim themselves the victor.

At least for a minute, they did.

After that, everyone worked together to clean up the common room and get it back to the way it's supposed to look.

"Good game, my love," you said, coming up to Steve's side. "Maybe you'll beat him next time."

"Yeah, maybe," he agreed, his arm wrapping around you and tugging you close. "Thank you for helping us out back there. Don't know what we'd do without you."

He should've known by the way your smile shifted, but he was still unprepared when you said, "Oh, I'm pretty sure you would've played a bit more fairly without me around."

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" he asked, feigning innocence and failing miserably if your face was anything to go by.

"Don't play the fool, my love. It doesn't become you. I figured out your game early on, and it's why you tied instead of won tonight."

Steve's brows pinched until it hit him. "You made us tie on purpose."

"I did."

You didn't sound the least bit repentant, either.

"You forget that I know you, Steven, and I know when you're up to no good. You made Tony call you those names, knowing I'd step in and dock him points. You were banking on it."

"But, I—"

You held your hand up, stopping him from trying to talk his way out of trouble.

"He's your friend and teammate, my love, even if he tries you every now and then. You both have your faults, but I love you and I like him. I won't play favorites, and you know it. This way, you're both back to being even. No more need to one-up one another."

Steve knew you had a point and did his best to look as contrite as he could. If he could pull off his kicked puppy face, he knew you'd forgive him that much faster, but then, you could also…

"Put that face away, my love. It's not going to work tonight."

"What'd the punk do this time?" Bucky asked, coming up to finish clearing up the cups and cans from the area where you and Steve worked. "He only looks like that when he's trying to get out of trouble."

"Not everybody needs to know that, jerk," Steve groused, earning him a gruff chuckle from Bucky and a sweet smile from you.

"Everybody already knows, my love. It's one of your tells."

"It is?"

You nodded. "It's a cute tell though, but you can put it away. You were forgiven long right after I figured out your little ploy."

"So, punk here was trying to cheat, huh?"

A proud gleam entered Bucky's eye at the idea of that.

"Don't encourage him. Go and help your lady love, soldier, and leave your friend to me."

Bucky disappeared then, happy to take the hint you'd given him.

When he was out of earshot, you murmured, "I'm sorry I couldn't let Team Cap win tonight, but maybe I can make it up to the team's captain a little bit later. What do you say?"

Steve caught your coy smile and felt himself grinning in anticipation.

"Not sure that's going to fully teach me a lesson, sweetheart."

You glanced over your shoulder as you moved a bit away from him, heading towards the kitchen with the bag you'd finished filling. "Guess you'll have to find out what I have planned then, won't you?"

Well, you didn't need to tell him twice to get a move on then.

The common room was cleaned in record time, giving him the opportunity to sweep you up and toss you over his shoulder. Your laughter could be heard all the way back to your shared quarters, causing the others to simply shake their heads even as they hid their happiness for their Cap and you.