Hey, sweetheart! [Alfred whirls around with a gigantic grin] Here to help your friend with the fireworks? [Axel is around here somewhere, preparing to light shit on fire]
[Well, Bucky DID promise that he would come to Alfred's birthday party, and he feels awful breaking a promise, especially due to his own melancholy. It's Steve's birthday back home, and he isn't there to celebrate it with him, isn't there to completely cover his cake in candles and share a beer with him...
But he makes himself hop the train to the Eastern stop and head to where the party's being held, equipped with a cloth-wrapped bundle of cake he found on an exploratory trip into some weird doll-house-y looking area. And look, he's in full costume and mask, carrying his shield on his back.]
[America's whole face lights up when he sees him, and he bounds over with long loping strides to bounce in front of his friend] Oh my god! Is that your costume?! That's so cool! It has my colors and stars and stripes and everything! [America himself is wearing his flag, draped around his shoulders. Or at least a painted version of it] Dude, what did you bring?
[He laughs a little, but everything about him tonight is subdued, a little quieter, a little more thoughtful. He's trying, though.] I'm glad you approve. The first Cap's was a little more flashy than mine, but it still gets the message across.
[He hands him the cloth-wrapped bundle of cake.] It's not a birthday without cake, right? Happy birthday, pal.
[...America's actually at a loss for words for a second, just staring at the cake, before that smile is back more sincere and brighter as he takes it] Thanks, man, that-- where'd you find this? Didn't even know there was cake or anything-- that's awesome! Thank you so much!
[Alessa's hanging back a bit, sitting away from everyone else to hug her knees and watch the sky. She's not very used to parties, but while she doesn't really identify much with the rest of America, she recognizes that she is American and feels like she should participate in a celebration for the Fourth of July.
And besides. She really likes the fireworks and wants to see despite her usual aversion to fire.]
Hey, darling. [America's softer around her, but only because she's a little kid-- like a mature adult, he's blocked all instance of hurting her family from his mind, because he can't quite deal with that yet. He sits down a couple feet away, though, looking over at her] Waiting for the show?
[She jumps in surprise, looking over at him, her face becoming expressionless so she can sort through her thoughts in peace. Her first impulse is to set a monster on him or something, then when she remembers she's trying to be more forgiving, her impulse is to do something juvenile like punch him in the nose.
Instead, she fiddles with the hem of her shirt, trying to remember that she actually likes Alfred and he didn't mean to hurt her papa. Admittedly, him calling her 'darling' and being so friendly helps make the concept of forgiveness without revenge more palatable, but it's still a very strange idea.]
Y-yeah. It's been a long time since I've seen fireworks, and they're really pretty.
'Course you do. You're a pretty thing yourself. [Sweet smiles and southern manners tinged with an accent get you far, Alfred knows somewhere inside himself. He's not actively trying to get her forgiveness but it's slipping out, in the way he's acting even right now] There's cake if you want some, courtesy of one very awesome guy, but the fireworks are supposed to start pretty soon!
Heya! [The fireworks are already in full force, exploding in red and white and blue and yellow, and America is clearly thrilled, bounding over to her after lighting another set] Thanks, sweetheart! Enjoying the show?
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But he makes himself hop the train to the Eastern stop and head to where the party's being held, equipped with a cloth-wrapped bundle of cake he found on an exploratory trip into some weird doll-house-y looking area. And look, he's in full costume and mask, carrying his shield on his back.]
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[He hands him the cloth-wrapped bundle of cake.] It's not a birthday without cake, right? Happy birthday, pal.
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And besides. She really likes the fireworks and wants to see despite her usual aversion to fire.]
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Instead, she fiddles with the hem of her shirt, trying to remember that she actually likes Alfred and he didn't mean to hurt her papa. Admittedly, him calling her 'darling' and being so friendly helps make the concept of forgiveness without revenge more palatable, but it's still a very strange idea.]
Y-yeah. It's been a long time since I've seen fireworks, and they're really pretty.
[She tugs the hem of her shirt again.]
I like pretty things.
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