<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<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Steve hit the brakes and pulled his Harley in beside the dirt-spattered concrete curb just outside the seedy little bar. As he removed and stowed his helmet, he smiled at the little flashing neon sign that announced the name of the run down establishment to be “Josie's”. He remembered when the place had been called “Reds”, but that had been back in '40, just before he was to report to camp to participate in “Project Rebirth”. Back then, he had shared a few drinks with his closest friends as he stood on the precipice of a new phase in his life. It was only fitting that he gather his new friends together right back here for the beginning of another. His lips twisted into a tight smirk. The paint job might be different, but underneath, it was the same old bar.<br/><br/>He sauntered slowly past the doorman and looked at his watch. Ten minutes late. That should be sufficient. Fashionably Late, Janet would have said. He really didn't relish the thought of celebrating another birthday. A man didn't really need to be reminded that he was ninety-two, or that a good chunk of his life was just so many ashes, but it wad an excuse to get everybody together in the same place so he could make his pitch...and why not? It might turn out to be fun after all...<br/><br/>Steve stepped through the door and into the bar proper, his deep blue eyes immediately taking in everything around him. When you had seen as much combat as he had, it was second nature to analyze entrances, exits, potential weapons, and threats. “Hello, Dane.” He said, putting a hand on the shoulder of the man at the bar as he moved past, then he took Johnny's hand, shaking it firmly. “Mister Blaze,” He said, smiling at the man. “It's good to see you.” Then he turned his powerful blue gaze on the dark-haired woman next to him. “Miss...Lebeau isn't it?” He said, his gaze softening. In spite of the maniac in the spandex on the other side of the bar,he knew that she was the real wild card here tonight. “I'm glad you could make it.” He said, then moved on.<br/><br/>He raised a hand to the figure watching over by the pool tables. A sound defensible position, just where he would expect Frank Castle to set himself up. As he made his way forward, he saw Meggan and Kitty talking. He liked the little blonde. Her incessant perkiness never failed to brighten up a room, and the young woman talking to her had proven time and time again that she was as capable as any of the men who filled out the room. She's gonna break a lot of hearts. He thought to himself as he waved at the pair.<br/><br/>He stopped for a moment at the bar, ordering a beer for himself, then, hefting his mug, he made his way over to the pretty redhead stacking gifts on the table, he paused, putting a gentle hand on her hip, being sure to make contact with her, though being careful not to touch any exposed skin. “Rogue.” He said, and flashed her another wide smile. “I'm happy you're here.” Behind her he could see Deadpool up to another of his antics and he called to him. “Hey, Wade...let's try to leave this place in one piece tonight, huh? The owner needs to make a living.”<br/><br/>Lastly, he let his gaze fall upon the one face that he knew he would never forget. Hers had been the first one that he had seen after he had been plucked from the ocean by the Avengers and thawed out. At first, he had imagined that he was dead, and that he was looking at the face of an angel...but then she had laughed and dispelled that notion.<br/><br/>He had seen through her “ditzy flirt” facade almost immediately, and the two had become good friends. They had sat up together watching the monitors at Avengers mansion many nights while he had lived there, and her husband had been busy with some project or another. He had told her about Babe Ruth, and times before she was born...and she had taught him about computer and cell phones. She had revealed to him things that she wouldn't show to anybody else, that she was a strong, intelligent woman, and that she had dreams...like starting her own clothing line. The two had become very close, all those nights, between monitoring and combat training...but she was married, so Steve had kept his distance. Until the day she had showed up with the black eye and bruised cheek.<br/><br/>He remembered how angry he had been. He had wanted to go right off and confront Hank about it...but she had talked him down. Eventually, he had apologized to her for what he had done...but things between Steve and Hank were never really the same. Steve had not attended his funeral. And now, here she was, beautiful, successful, sexy. He could see the little flush of red on her cheeks that he had found so charming back then.<br/><br/>“You look stunning, Jan,” He said, slipping up beside her and putting an arm around her waist, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek. “As always.” He smiled at her for a long moment, his powerful blue eyes focused only on hers. “I'm glad you came.” He said, softly. Then he turned back toward the bar. “Bartender, a round for the house. On me!” He called.