happy birthday, Steve !!

[ofstarlight]

I'm up for just about anything and will gladly use regular Steve here, pre-serum Steve or rule!63 Steve - Stephanie. Just let me know which you want. Regular Steve can be during TFA, CA:WS, CA:CW, post CW or any other kind of timeline. Pre-serum Steve can be pre-war, during the war or time travel and in the present time period. Stephanie can be any time period.

Here are some suggestions -



PARTIES: Whether group based, like a surprise party or something more lowkey with just a duo.

OUTINGS: Something non-party related. Art museums, BBQ/picnic, dinner etc etc.

CAKE TIME: What's a birthday without an amazing cake? Steve's favorite is vanilla bean with apple frosting because it's what his ma used to make when he was younger.

PRESENTS: Good luck getting him to take anything. Birthday or not, he doesn't accept presents very easily.

DANCING: Always bittersweet but one of the ultimate ways to connect for Steve.

FIREWORKS: It's the 4th after all!

SOMETHING ELSE: The sky is the limit. Mix/match, come up with something else. Throw whatever at me.

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[wingedman]

"Well, good news, I talked Tony out of the giant Cap shield fireworks finale." Sam grinned at both of them, only half-joking. "And out of figuring out some way to make your face out of fireworks." Actually, he wasn't sure that was possible, but he wouldn't have put trying to figure it out past Tony.

Sam had tried to come up with something to say - had ended up with about twenty scribbled drafts all crumpled up in his trash can. Nothing had sounded right. And here, in front of Steve, he still didn't know what to say, but he had faith that he'd manage to stumble through this somehow without making too much of a fool out of himself.

"I've loved you for so long," he began. "And I never said anything 'cause I didn't know if it was the right time, if you loved me back, if you even wanted anything. I didn't think being with you was even possible, and it took a push from Tony to make me realize that I was being an idiot." Sam glanced over Steve to look at Tony and grin ruefully. "And what all three of us have is something greater than I ever could have imagined. Something I never want to end, and I'm pretty sure Tony feels the same way, since he agreed to help with this project."

Sam held the box out in front of Steve, his grip on one side, leaving room for Tony to pick up the other half and the thread of the conversation.

[buildsomething]

Tony shifted a little but did reach out and take the other side of the box. He'd tried to argue that Sam could just do all the talking -- he was well aware of his own tendency to either start babbling uselessly or say exactly the wrong thing -- but Sam had insisted that this had to be both of them. So. Here went nothing.

"It might not be legal," he said finally. Not if it was genuinely going to be the three of them. And possibly not the best way to start this off, but Tony soldiered on. "But we wanted something to show that this is real. Permanent. Important." It had been so much easier to just make the ring.

And with a sigh, he held the box up for him. "Happy birthday?"

[stevegrogers]

Expect the unexpected had become something of a life motto for Steve with everything he went through over the past few years and he foolishly believed not much could surprise him any longer. How incredibly wrong he had been because with wide eyes he listened to both Sam and Tony talk. The ring box almost paling everything else around them. What. They were proposing to him? On his birthday? With a ring that looked beautiful.

Okay, it couldn't be technically legal being there were three of them but this made it official for them. To think no one ever wanted or looked twice at him growing up but now he had two people who wanted to be with him. Fully and completely.

Lump rising in his throat, he gave a nod of his head as he tried to compose himself. "Yes, I want - yes." He needed another moment. "I love both of you so much. Yes. I want this." The ultimate in commitment. "The ring is - wow."

[wingedman]

"Tony made it," Sam felt obligated to point out. "Well, I say made- I mean designed and made, 'cause he's an overachiever like that. He made all three of them, actually." The twining bands were subtly toned in different colors, and in a different order on each of the three rings. It was, Sam had to admit, a work of art. But, then again, Tony had never been one to slack on aesthetics.

He nuzzled Steve's neck as he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto his finger. "I mean, we could still find an Elvis impersonator to do some kinda ceremony if you really wanted to," he teased. "People'll do anything if you throw enough money at them." Not that Steve really understood the cultural significance of being married by an Elvis impersonator, so the joke fell a little flat.

[buildsomething]

Tony shifted just a little as he listened to both of them, wearing an expression that on anyone else might have read a shy. Okay, so maybe genuine gratitude was something he still struggled with sometimes, and this was something a bit more.

Which wasn't to say that he couldn't power through it. Pasting on a grin and clearing his throat as he leaned in. "I mean, hell, we could do a whole blowout if you really wanted to. Wedding of the century. We could make so many conservative nutjob heads explode. But. You tell me," he finished with a shrug.

Then, added a bit quieter, "this thing, this is for us. It's whatever you want to make of it. So."

[stevegrogers]

Awe spilled over onto his face and he could not take his eyes off the ring once Sam slid it onto his finger. How lucky could one person be? A balance of karma perhaps after everything he endured before. The love he found with the two men almost enough to make up for all the other things he had to work through to make it to the point they now were in. As good as married and he had been all in for so long. Much more than he readily cared to admit to.

Emotions were always a difficult thing for him to come to terms with. Another mark of his past. As for progress, it made him sad to know culture had moved very little on the acceptable love front since his time. There should have been far more strides made.

"Would you both want a really big ceremony?" he asked, not wanting to take away another from them. If left up to him, he'd want something private and lowkey, more of his benchmarks.

Grinning, though, he leaned in to kiss them both, one after the other.

[wingedman]

"Can't say I'd mind making a few conservatives shit themselves." Sam pretended to stroke his chin contemplatively. Captain America marrying two men, one of whom was black? Oh, yeah, some people would have heart attacks at the very idea, and it made a very small vindictive part of him happy. Plus it would probably be entertaining to see just what levels of excess Tony could manage - although, actually, it was probably Sam's job to rein it in and rain on his parade. Maybe he'd let Pepper handle that.

"But I'd be just as happy with a small one," he added, more seriously. "Whatever size it is, it doesn't matter - or if we even have one at all. You two are all I need." He paused for a moment. "And cake. Definitely cake."

[buildsomething]

"We can do cake," Tony agreed easily, leaning into both of them like he was chasing the contact. He didn't look all that upset by the idea of going smaller, which probably meant he hadn't been huge on the idea of the big circus himself. There were certain things that just were expected of him, whether he honestly wanted them or not.

"So, party with cake. Any other requests? I'm guessing we're inviting our nearest and dearest." Which essentially just meant the rest of the Avengers. Though Sam might have had a few outliers, and he turned a curious look on the man himself.

[stevegrogers]

Now the cake Steve eagerly agreed with, already picturing something with plenty of frosting, the best part of anything. He could eat nothing but frosting but they would need something to hold it together to eat. Plus, there were some traditions he wanted to hold onto, the wedding cake being one of them.

Idly, he wondered what his mother would have thought of such a thing. In the end, Sarah would have been thankfully for others loving her son. He just had to believe that.

Looking between them, he smiled widely. "We can go fancy and over the top with the cake. A layer dedicated to each of us or something and then the top for all three of us." If they didn't have a ceremony at all the others would be upset, which he never wanted to have happen. "We can invite the others, Pepper and whoever else you guys might want to." He didn't really have anyone outside of the Avengers and those closely associated with the group.

"I - we have to have a first dance. That's one tradition I've always wanted to keep to." He added a second later, "Are we doing anything with our last names?"

[wingedman]

"That sounds like it'd get unwieldy fast." Sam made a face. "Let's just keep our last names the same so Tony doesn't have to spend a fortune rebranding everything." Someone had to draw a line somewhere, and becoming Sam Wilson-Rogers-Stark was definitely it.

"I'd like it if my dad could perform the ceremony, if you guys don't mind," he added, a little more quietly. "A non-religious one, obviously." He'd dragged both of them to meet his parents - separately, so nobody got overwhelmed - and, given time, his parents had approved of it. (He'd also taken them to his father's church services for the sheer amusement factor of it, because Sam occasionally had to troll the people he loved.)

"Gonna dance with both of us at once?" Sam was admittedly curious about how it would work.