Intro
The day had started out beautifully, at least. You had awakened to the sun shining through your bedroom window and the sound of birds chirping away happily outside. Remembering what day it was, you hopped out of bed and quickly got dressed so you could start making your way around the training facility to give “good morning” greetings to all of your long-time friends and fellow Avengers.
That’s when things started to go downhill. The first person you ran into was Sam Wilson.
“Good morning, Sammie,” you said brightly.
“What’s so good about it?” he almost growled from his spot at the kitchen counter.
“Someone obviously hasn’t had his coffee yet,” you thought before grabbing the pot off the maker and pouring him a cup. Everyone knew Sam wasn’t to be crossed before he’d had his morning coffee.
“He’s just not awake yet. He’ll remember later,” you thought, patting him on the back and leaving him alone in the kitchen.
Down the hall you ran into Thor, and from the joyous smile on his face you were sure there was no way he had forgotten.
“Y/n, just the person I was looking for! You probably thought I had forgotten all about it!” he said.
“I was beginning to wonder,” you replied, happiness bubbling up inside of you.
“Here,” he said, handing you something from behind his back.
“Oh, Thor! You didn’t have—this is the movie I let you borrow weeks ago,” you said upon realizing what you were now holding.
“Of course, it was most excellent. I am sorry that I am so late in returning it, but I watched it many times. Y/n, are you well? You have an odd look on your face.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good, I will see you later. I must be going.”
You let out a defeated sigh as you watched Thor stride down the hall.
“Well, he is a king and an avenger. He probably has a lot of really important stuff on his mind,” you thought in an attempt to make yourself feel better.
At this point, you knew who you needed to seek out: Steve Rogers. If there was only one person in the entire god forsaken building who wouldn’t forget, it would be him. A few minutes later, you found him in the exercise room doing his usual workout with the punching bag.
“Hey, Steve.”
“Good morning, y/n. How are you?” he said between punches.
“Alright, I guess.”
Stopping his workout, he fixed his bright blue eyes on you and propped one arm up on the top of the bag.
“Really? Today of all days?”
“Today of all days?” you parroted.
“Yeah, it’s Saturday, isn’t it? A day off with beautiful weather like this...you ought to be doing pretty good,” he said, turning to resume his punching.
“Yeah, I ought to be,” you mumbled as you headed towards the door. “Don’t overdo it, Cap.”
Thirty minutes and fifteen fun sized candies later, your pouting episode was interrupted by Natasha walking into your bedroom and saying, “Well, this is a pathetic sight.”
You responded by cutting your eyes at her and shoving candy #16 into your mouth.
“I’m heading to the city to run a few errands. Come with me,” she said.
So, she had forgotten, too. Not one, single, solitary person had remembered that today was your birthday. No cupcakes, birthday wishes, not even a stupid card.
Make way, candy #17 coming through.
“No, thanks,” you grumbled.
“You know, it’s hard to help someone who won’t help themselves,” she said.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
You watched with raised eyebrows as she poked her head out into the hallway, looked both ways, then shut the door behind her before walking over to join you on the bed.
“How good of an actress are you?” She asked. “Can you fake a shocked expression?”
“I was the lead in my fifth grade play. If that doesn’t make me a professional, then nothing does. What’s up?”
“I’m supposed to get you out of here so everyone else can set up for your surprise party.”
“Surprise party?” You almost squealed. “You mean you guys didn’t forget?”
“Of course not. Now, are you going to get your sorry ass out of bed or would you rather sit here and feel sorry for yourself?” She asked with a smirk.
“Just give me five minutes.”
The pair of you passed the time by window shopping and going to a movie. As you left the theater, you watched as Natasha pulled out her phone to check it.
“Is it time yet?” you asked, almost bouncing up and down with excitement.
“Yep, we might as well head back.”
“Nat,” you began while walking back to the car, “is he going to be there?”
“He who?” She asked, pretending not to know who were talking about.
“Oh, never mind.”
You gave an award-winning performance when you opened the door and everyone screamed surprise. The fact that you knew about the party ahead of time would be yours and Natasha’s little secret. Honestly, you were shocked by how many people had shown up, and by the effort that had put into the whole thing. The food was catered, the decorations were stunning, and there was even a band. According to Tony, it was all thanks to him.
As the hours passed, the band left and the crowd thinned out until you could look around the room and actually know everyone there by name.
“Alright,” Tony yelled, “I saved the best for last, so everybody gather around!”
“What is this about?” You whispered to Wanda.
“No idea.”
“I’ve picked a game for all of us this evening, some of you might know it,” Tony said. “It’s called Seven Minutes in Heaven.”
“Isn’t that something horny teenagers play?” You heard Stephen Strange ask with a snort from the far side of the circle.
“Doesn’t mean horny almost middle-aged adults can’t play it,” Tony replied. “Kid, you’re not tall enough for this ride so you get to be the ringleader of this little circus,” he said, throwing a bag to Peter Parker.
“It’s ladies’ choice,” Tony continued. “They’ll leave the room while every guy that’s playing drops an item in the bag.”
“Since I’m not playing,” Wanda interrupted, reaching down to give Vision’s hand a squeeze, “I’ll stay to make sure no one cheats.”
“No trust whatsoever,” Tony said, “but fair enough. Ladies, someone will come get you when we’re ready.”
As the door shut behind you, you said to Natasha with a playful smack on her arm, “I can’t believe you’re playing. What will Bruce think?”
“If I pick him, then he’ll only be thinking about one thing,” she replied with a sly smile. “What if you get you-know-who?”
“What if I do?”
The door opened to reveal Peter. “Um, we’re ready for you,” he said.
As you rejoined the group, Tony said, “Birthday girl goes first. She might get the present she was really hoping for.”
After making a face at him, you took a deep breath and reached into the bag.