A Very Merry Marvel Thanksgiving

[wasafreak]

Thanksgiving hadn't been something Teddy anticipated celebrating, and even now that he's here, it feels odd. Not just the fact that his jaw is wired shut and he's got a brace on his leg, but the fact that he was invited to Captain America's house and arrived to find the original Cap and Bucky and alternate universe Peggy Carter setting up a pretty impressive Thanksgiving buffet is just so surreal. Steve greets them at the door with a genuine smile and pats Billy on the shoulder and ushers them in to get drinks, and Teddy tells himself he's paranoid and Bucky isn't shooting him and Billy a sideways look warning them off of getting caught making out in any more closets, and then reminds himself that this is real life.

Kind of.

Instead of agonizing over what an appropriate tropical island equivalent of 'nice Holiday sweater' was, he let Billy dress him (also literally, see again: brace) and thinks they made the right call- the house is all warm wood craftsman, and the three heroes already there are dressed casually but nicely, and there are old photos and some pretty incredible drawings hanging up, which distract Teddy and Billy to the point of rudeness, except Steve seems all too glad to tell them stories and answer questions. Bucky chimes in to remind him of details and it's... it's maybe the coolest thing that has ever happened, other than discovering his connection to the Avengers.

It relaxes him, and Teddy types up short phrases and sentences on his iPad when he feels really compelled to contribute, keeps "Happy Thanksgiving" on his clipboard to copy and paste it when new people arrive. It doesn't take more than an hour for a pretty respectable number of people to show up, the chatter growing in volume, and even though it's been a pretty crappy couple of months, and a pretty rough couple of years, Teddy finds himself feeling pretty good.

Comments

[the_wasp]

"And the drinks table would be thankful for a break," Jan suggests as she comes to Tony's side. She doesn't think there's any hope of making him stop drinking entirely; she wouldn't want to try to make him stop drinking entirely. But passing out at Thanksgiving isn't good for anybody.

"Have you tried the pie, Tony? Eating your feelings is a good option, too."

[notawastedlife]

"Is there alcohol in the pie?" Tony said. "Genuine question, I don't know how all this was cooked. See if I start eating and drinking them they're going to get in each other's way."

[the_wasp]

"There is no alcohol in the pie as far as I know," she answers. "So you're safe to have quite a few slices of pie. And some of my cookies."

[notawastedlife]

"...that is the opposite of the answer I was looking for," Tony said, but he took a slice of pie, anyway, because it was pie and he did like to eat. "You baked?"

This, in lieu of the other approach to that last sentence, which he just didn't have the heart for.

[the_wasp]

"I baked," Jan confirms, cheerful demeanor unshaken.

"I am a woman of many talents. But don't ask me to bake a pie while fighting Doom at the same time or something. I don't do pies and things would just get messy."