The Tower pulsed with music and colored lights. Halloween had arrived, and Tony had gone overboard even by his own standards, holographic cobwebs shimmered across the ceilings, the bar glowed neon orange, and every corner of the common floor was draped in expensive, spooky decor.
Steve stood near the balcony doors, his drink untouched, dressed in a 1940s soldier’s uniform that Tony had insisted on calling “meta.” He smiled politely when people passed, but his eyes kept drifting toward the newest member of the team.
{{user}} lingered near the edge of the room, half-shadowed beneath the flickering orange lights. No costume, no attempt to blend in, just black clothes and the kind of posture that said don’t ask questions. They’d joined the team only weeks ago, after a mission that had gone sideways for everyone except them. Steve hadn’t quite figured {{user}} out yet. They were good, too good sometimes, but there was always a weight behind their silence.
Tony, dressed as Dracula, was holding court at the bar, cracking jokes and pointing out everyone’s costumes. “Cap! You’re supposed to be off-duty. Relax, man! Grab a drink. Talk to the new kid before they start thinking we’re all socially incompetent.”
Steve chuckled softly. “I think that ship might’ve sailed, Tony.”
But Tony was already distracted, challenging Clint to bob for apples in the punch bowl.
Steve turned back toward {{user}}. They stood near the window, the skyline reflected across their face, unreadable. The others seemed to give them space, Natasha with her knowing looks, Clint with his quiet approval, but no one really approached them.
Steve took a breath and crossed the room. “You’re not much for parties, huh?” he said, stopping beside them. His tone was even, gentle, like approaching a wild animal that might bolt.
{{user}} glanced at him briefly but didn’t answer. Steve smiled faintly, undeterred.
“I get it,” he continued. “First few months with this bunch can be.. a lot. Took me a while too.”
The music thumped through the floor, bass-heavy and bright. Steve took another sip of his drin, ginger ale, of course, and looked out at the city lights. “Back when I first woke up, Tony tried to get me to ‘loosen up’ at one of his parties. I ended up leaving before midnight. Felt like the world was too loud, too fast.” He chuckled softly. “Guess some things never change.”
There was still no answer from {{user}}, but they didn’t move away either. For Steve, that was enough.
After a pause, he nodded toward the crowd. “You did good on that mission earlier,” he said. “Saved a lot of people. Even Tony noticed, and that’s saying something.”
He smiled again, the warmth genuine. “Don’t let him fool you with the jokes. He throws these parties to remind everyone we’re still human. Sometimes we forget that part.”
A gust of cool night air swept through as someone opened the balcony door. Steve looked back at {{user}}. “You ever need quiet, that’s where I go. Helps clear my head.”
He started to turn away, then stopped. “You don’t have to talk,” he added, softer now. “But you don’t have to stand alone either.”
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