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heroic_jawline) wrote2021-04-01 10:36 am
heroic_jawline) wrote2021-04-01 10:36 am
On the way from Portalocity, Thursday, April 1, 2021
Steve had been kept late back in New York for a United Nations' reception he'd been voluntold to attend, which was even more stifling and unpleasant than usual. Several Easter Bloc nations (was that still the correct term? Steve would have to check with Natasha) were more than a little unhappy--and understandably--that their neighboring country's capital city had been dangling in the air for a not-zero amount of time. Led by Russia, they were starting to make noises about sanctions and regulations against the Avengers.
So Steve, Tony, and Natasha had been dispatched to make polite conversation. Or, in Steve's case, be berated in the most polite of dliplomat language. All of this meant Steve was running late to his normal time arriving in Fandom.
He picked up his phone as he jogged towards the Perk to leave Tony an apologetic message. First year they were married and he wasn't even home to wake Tony up on his birthday!
Too bad Steve didn't know the phones were broken...
So Steve, Tony, and Natasha had been dispatched to make polite conversation. Or, in Steve's case, be berated in the most polite of dliplomat language. All of this meant Steve was running late to his normal time arriving in Fandom.
He picked up his phone as he jogged towards the Perk to leave Tony an apologetic message. First year they were married and he wasn't even home to wake Tony up on his birthday!
Too bad Steve didn't know the phones were broken...