Someone's going to hear Okoye ask how he can pull the childproof trigger on that grill lighter with his itty bitty hands but Natasha just grins back at her while Nebula looks on in almost childlike wonder at the cake aflame. Nat rests her plate in her lap to bring her hands up at about chest level and orchestrate from her seat when Thor begins to sing. A sharp look from the spy soon has Rhodey joining in, as well as herself.
Not near enough voices. Natasha sings twice as loud as she normally would for Clint who isn't here. For Tony who can't let the past go. For Wanda and Vis, for Sam and for Bucky. For every person who should be here and either can't or isn't. Those who're left sing.
Because they're all each other's got.
Steve wipes at his eye with the heel of one palm when they've finished. Takes a look at the cake Nebula's holding out to him. He doesn't need Natasha chipping in to make a wish and blow out the candles. There's only one wish any of them have. One that's seemingly impossible but he wishes for it anyway.
A way to make things right again.
Steve blows out the candles to a round of uncoordinated applause.
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on 2019-08-31 09:46 pm (UTC)Not near enough voices. Natasha sings twice as loud as she normally would for Clint who isn't here. For Tony who can't let the past go. For Wanda and Vis, for Sam and for Bucky. For every person who should be here and either can't or isn't. Those who're left sing.
Because they're all each other's got.
Steve wipes at his eye with the heel of one palm when they've finished. Takes a look at the cake Nebula's holding out to him. He doesn't need Natasha chipping in to make a wish and blow out the candles. There's only one wish any of them have. One that's seemingly impossible but he wishes for it anyway.
A way to make things right again.
Steve blows out the candles to a round of uncoordinated applause.