we'd hold on tight for our lives to each other

[pursuitofcappiness]

Who Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Peggy Carter, Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark (somehow these ended up both alphabetical by first AND last name wtf)
What Synergyyyyyyy, shitting on Deborah's desk... j/k, they're just having a little get-together.
Where Somewhere inside, by the cornucopia
When Sometime week 1
Warnings/Notes None I can think of.

Steve takes a good look around before going into the room and shutting the door behind him, grabbing a piece of furniture and handing one to Peggy as well, in case they need it for defense. His plan? Wait for the others to arrive, hope no one crashes the party.

He makes sure to stand in front, in case there's a miscommunication. Yeah, not a solid plan, but it'll be better once everyone arrives.

Comments

[onthedot]

"And we have no way of knowing in here." She frowned. It was frustrating. There were too many unknowns here to ever be less than on edge. "Do we know who we're waiting for?"

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Hopefully Bruce, Tony, Clint and anyone who showed up like you did, just now."

A pause.

"Tony is Howard's son." Hopefully Peggy's imagining a baby, because uh, this is going to go over well.

[onthedot]

"Howard had a son?" Someone managed to tether Howard Stark long enough to raise a child? Peggy didn't doubt Steve knew what he was talking about, but it was incredibly hard to imagine Howard marrying, let alone having a child and raising it.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"A couple of the others had kids, too," he replies, smiling like he's proud of them. "But I hadn't met any of them. Hadn't had the chance."

[onthedot]

"Yes, but they I would have expected it from."

Which begged the question. "Did he marry as well?"

What else did they have to talk about while waiting? Everything else was far too depressing. This was simple by comparison.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Howard? Yeah, married a woman named Maria. They both died in '91, I think," he says, because he only saw it briefly off of Tony's paper. "December 17th, real close to Christmas." He sounds a little sad about it. "I never... asked Tony about him. And I... I wanted to call you. I wanted to fly out, see you in person. But I didn't know if I could just... drop into your life, like that."

[onthedot]

"Steve, I'd be in my nineties." God that was a harrowing thought.
"I wouldn't have minded seeing you."

She didn't know what to say about Howard. She truly didn't.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"I couldn't call," he confesses. "I didn't think I'd be able to hear your voice," he says. Not without breaking down, not without thinking how unfair it is from hearing the age in it.