<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/cf/f8/6bcff82044b563dfc1c2cef2e1796e7d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Steve Rogers (Captain America)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(20:10 pm), April 19th 2017<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen,  New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ghost Rider, Punisher, Rogue, Shadowcat, Black Knight, Deadpool, Meggan, Ruse, Wasp, Hyperion<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Detaching himself from Janet, Steve let took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before heading back toward the bar. He could see Wade engaged with Roxy, and he made a note of it. The two of them would bear watching...well, Wade always bore close watching, that was one of the many downsides of working with a lunatic, but Roxy's banter with him was interesting. She was headstrong, like her brother, and that could very well get her into trouble...assuming of course she agreed to what he had really brought them all here to propose. There were no guarantees any of them would stick around. Most of the people here were considered anti-heroes at best...though he knew Dane and Janet well enough that he thought they would probably be reliable.<br/><br/>He walked back past the three girls who had begun chatting by the bar, leaning against it just as another tall man walked in, this one wearing a gray suit. Of course Steve recognized the man instantly...it wasn't hard to overlook a man who could shatter planets with his fists and emit radiation from his eyes. "Mark," He said, waving the man over. "Over here."<br/><br/>Steve waited for the man to approach, then ordered a boilermaker for himself. "Thanks for coming." He said as the glasses were put down on front of him. "It means a lot to me. I think we're still waiting on a couple of others...but we should be getting things started shortly...feel free to order whatever you like. On me." He clapped the man on the back, and it was like swatting a brick wall. "Feel free to mingle as well, He looked back over the rest of the room. "I'm pretty sure most everybody is here for the party. so don't be shy." With that, he picked up the beer..drained it a little way, then dropped the shot of whiskey into it, raising his glass to the newcomer. "It's a party, after all." He said, as he pushed off from the bar and began to make a fresh set of rounds. He couldn't believe that all the stuff piled on the table was for him. He tried not to be a flashy guy...in spite of the fact that he was the living, breathing embodiment of liberty.<br/><br/>For a moment he felt bad. It would be nice to just get together for a social event. Every person here could use a night off, but that wasn't who they were. From the moment they put on the costume, they had become something more, and what they were now didn't take days off... but he could at least allow them the illusion of happiness for a short while. He'd say his piece when he was sure everybody had arrived.