[ He stares at the candles for a moment longer, but between Steve and Natasha's comments, he can't help but let out a laugh. It's a little quiet, but it's genuine, nothing forced or bittersweet about it. God, how long's it been since he's had a moment like this? He looks at Steve, his smile-- something carefree and probably nostalgic-- still lingering on his face. ]
Yeah, laugh it up, pal. You're next.
[ He shifts his gaze to Natasha. Their history's marked with violence, some of it he'd like to forget, so it's still a pleasant surprise, he supposes, the way she gives him as much crap as she does Steve. She doesn't have to do it, and he wouldn't blame her if she kept him at a distance, but the fact that she doesn't...
It makes him feel more human.
Not that he's gonna go and be a sap all over his own birthday party. ]
One hundred candles... [ He huffs, his voice teasing: ] I bet you hear the words 'you shouldn't have' a lot.
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Yeah, laugh it up, pal. You're next.
[ He shifts his gaze to Natasha. Their history's marked with violence, some of it he'd like to forget, so it's still a pleasant surprise, he supposes, the way she gives him as much crap as she does Steve. She doesn't have to do it, and he wouldn't blame her if she kept him at a distance, but the fact that she doesn't...
It makes him feel more human.
Not that he's gonna go and be a sap all over his own birthday party. ]
One hundred candles... [ He huffs, his voice teasing: ] I bet you hear the words 'you shouldn't have' a lot.