Today is a combined Labor Day cookout and a ‘welcome back to Earth-slash-Midgard’ party for Thor in the Wilsons’ backyard, which means the guest list includes all of the old Avengers and new Avengers, plus their assorted allies and loved ones.
And they congregate into natural groups: Thor himself cheerful and boisterous next to Jane looking wan and a little tired, the pair of them accompanied by the king of New Asgard and a pretty brunette in glasses. Clint, his wife and kids, and the new Hawkeye, hanging out with Sam’s nephews. The remnants of Tony Stark’s family — his wife, daughter, and Happy — chatting to a few people from SHIELD. A gaggle of sorcerers eventually portalling in, alongside some new faces Bucky hadn’t even met yet, a rambunctious pair from San Francisco.
All of it was chaotic, but a good kind of chaotic, even if it made him want to retreat back into his shell. Most of the old guard are gone, shuffled off the board, which also means Bucky is missing the people he knew best thanks to their time on the run together: Steve, Nat, Wanda.
So it turns out he’s completely neurotic at these parties. When he’s not glued to Sam’s side, then he’s lurking awkwardly on the outskirts; he’s technically part of this group of heroes and yet he doesn’t entirely feel like one of them. And he doesn’t have anyone to talk to at the moment, since Scott winds up busy manning the grill with Clint, the pair of them wearing matching KISS THE CHEF aprons, and Sam is attending to something in the kitchen inside.
Which means Bucky has taken anxious refuge standing by the table of food, steadily piling on his paper plate with a truly ludicrous amount of meat (two burgers, three hot dogs), when that brunette appears beside him, waiting her turn.
“Sorry,” he says, shooting her a sheepish look for holding up the line. “I, uh. Have a quick metabolism.”
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a bbq meet-cute.
Date: 2022-08-02 12:55 am (UTC)And they congregate into natural groups: Thor himself cheerful and boisterous next to Jane looking wan and a little tired, the pair of them accompanied by the king of New Asgard and a pretty brunette in glasses. Clint, his wife and kids, and the new Hawkeye, hanging out with Sam’s nephews. The remnants of Tony Stark’s family — his wife, daughter, and Happy — chatting to a few people from SHIELD. A gaggle of sorcerers eventually portalling in, alongside some new faces Bucky hadn’t even met yet, a rambunctious pair from San Francisco.
All of it was chaotic, but a good kind of chaotic, even if it made him want to retreat back into his shell. Most of the old guard are gone, shuffled off the board, which also means Bucky is missing the people he knew best thanks to their time on the run together: Steve, Nat, Wanda.
So it turns out he’s completely neurotic at these parties. When he’s not glued to Sam’s side, then he’s lurking awkwardly on the outskirts; he’s technically part of this group of heroes and yet he doesn’t entirely feel like one of them. And he doesn’t have anyone to talk to at the moment, since Scott winds up busy manning the grill with Clint, the pair of them wearing matching KISS THE CHEF aprons, and Sam is attending to something in the kitchen inside.
Which means Bucky has taken anxious refuge standing by the table of food, steadily piling on his paper plate with a truly ludicrous amount of meat (two burgers, three hot dogs), when that brunette appears beside him, waiting her turn.
“Sorry,” he says, shooting her a sheepish look for holding up the line. “I, uh. Have a quick metabolism.”