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🦅 @ofvalkyriies !!

sam wasn’t a lightweight, but the alcohol being served at this particular party was a little fancier and thereby s tronger than he was used to, and at this point he was feeling... a little free in his behavior. if anything it was nice – considering this was a gathering for people to fight the universal threat together, it was an appreciated way to temporarily get his mind off of galactus. 

“so, how’s the new king of asgard doing?” sam asked, his tone teasing. he nudged valkyrie with his elbow. “brunnhilde of the... house valkyrie... first of her name, rightful king of the... asgardian kingdoms... blah blah blah. i can’t remember the rest and you’ve probably g ot a bunch of titles i don’t know anyway.” he laughed awkwardly, taking another sip out of his cup. he thought it was gin. 

“but i’m guessing you haven’t seen game of thrones anyway, right? probably for the better. it really went off the rails. still, you’re king. that’s badass.”

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🦅 @thwipswebs !!

sam approached peter parker with a roll of bread hanging out of his mouth while stretching his arms over his head. it was getting late and he was starving for his kind of food. greasy, cheesy (but not gorgonzola). preferably with chili flakes. pizza. he wanted pizza. he could respect the baxter building for what it was and all the fancy . food they . managed to put out for everyone, but sam wilson was a simple man of small pleasures. he tore the roll out of his mouth, biting off a chunk of bread. “how ya doin’, wallcrawler? think they deliver pizza in storms like this?” he asked past his mouthful of dry bite.

he looked down at the roll and then held it out in an offering to parker. they’d gotten to know each other better than sam ever expected after what happened with thanos. before then, their only interaction had been at the airport, and he was left somewhere between impressed and agitated. still, sam liked the kid who was no longer a kid. parker had more strength than most people gave him credit for. “by the way, if you ever try to steal my shield, i will knock your ass out. i don’t care that you’re a kid.”

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🦅 BUCKY BARNES‌ !!

“i’m not about to pretend that i know what different kinds of cheeses are named, wilson,” bucky replied with a small grin. “i mean, apart from the staples– cheddar, mozzarella, parmesan, swiss. yeah, that’s it. so when you say gorgonzola, i have no idea what that cheese looks like. let alone tastes or smells like.”

and the fact that they were at a party – speaking about and joking about cheese and the fact that everything smelled like cheese was… well, it was new. 

parties in general were something that he hadn’t become accustomed to in a long time. back in the 40′s– it was a different time. he was pretty sure he’d dragged steve to a lot of parties. on a lot of semi-awkward double dates. he was a different person back then.

“oh, you’re not a fancy rich person? news to me,” he teased. “you and your bird costume,” he added, his grin widening. “on a more serious note, isn’t everything here fancy rich people stuff? i’d be lying if i said i knew what half the shit they’ve served is.”

“bird costume? bitch please.” sam scoffed, turning his face away from the window to look at bucky incredulously.  for all their bickering, the falcon and the winter soldier got along pretty well from the offset. they’d only grown closer in the time since defeating thanos – and the better friends they were, the harsher the banter. sam would be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

he crossed his arms over his chest, turning to face his company. “i’m captain america. the wings are just a sick ass upgrade, courtesy of me. besides, if mine’s a bird costume, what does that make yours? goth reluctantly gets dragged on a family hunting trip?” he playfully punched bucky’s shoulder, smiling cheekily at him. he nodded to the food table and lead them in its direction, talking over his shoulder as they went.

“you know, you always struck me as a cheese snob type of guy. doesn’t matter. as long as we can both agree that american is the worst cheese. and, in case you forgot, i’m captain america, so i can say that.”

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🦅 AVA STARR‌ !!

     “ - just pretend you didn’t see that.” that is the fact that ava just walked into a table, jostling everything on it and nearly knocking over a glass or two. it’s hard to remember, sometimes, that her intangibility doesn’t simply activate every time she tries to touch something these days. it’s a good thing, but…you live your life one way long enough and a change from that status quo is difficult to grasp. 

the party was populated almost entirely by people sam didn’t know, which he was starting to get used to. just because steve gifted him with the shield didn’t give him all the conncetions cap had. he was still sam wilson, falcon... learning how to be a leader. the first step, he figured, was getting to know people –so he went out of his way to interact with as many people as he could, and what better place to do that then the building they all got trapped into by weather conditions? 

“you don’t have to worry about me, sis,” sam said, putting up his hands in faux-surrender. “i’ve been known to walk into a few tables in my time. i, uh... guess i’m a lot more comfortable in the sky.” he smiled and held out his right hand – formal as ever. old habits and all that. “i don’t think we’ve met. i’m sam. you alright? that sounded like a bang that’s going to bruise.”

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“of all the cheeses, it had to be blue.” 

sam was looking out the window of the baxter building at the pouring rain and lighting, wondering if it would be worth getting soaked to the bone to go home, take an advil, and go to sleep. the party sounded like fun in the beginning, but the more he thought about it, the . darker it got. uranus had been devoured by a mysterious planet-eating monster, forcing every single hero (or otherwise) to work together, lest that very mysterious planet-eating monster go for earth next. it didn’t really seem like something to celebrate. the pungent smell of cheese in the air just made it all feel worse.

"or is it gorgonzola?”

he was talking to no one, really. anyone in the vicinity. mostly he complained to have something to talk about other than the death and destruction looming in outer space. truth be told, he wasn’t just nervous. he was fucking terrified. thanos had been bad, but this... this was worse. this wasn’t half the universe anymore. this was everything. 

but this was a party, and galactus, apparently, could wait. so he talked.

“swiss, american, cheddar. that’s normal people cheese. parmesan on spaghetti, you know. anything else is fancy rich white people cheese, and i am neither of those three things.”

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I’m on my own. So prioritize.