“…Happy Birthday dear Steeee~eeeeve! Happy Birthday to youuuu~!”
Clint was grinning, absolutely beaming at Steve from the other side of the table with the cake and a small pile of gifts on it, baby on his hip, a silly party hat on his head, looking really quite proud of himself as all of the others grinned at the birthday man.
He’d been planning this surprise party for two months, to have all of their friends, including Steve’s work friends from the firestation there for his birthday, which was a real hard thing to do, seeing as firework season was a hard one for them. But that’s why he’d done it a day early, just so it wasn’t a total inconvenience.
But it had been perfect, Clint had said ‘surprise!’ waving the baby’s tiny hand at him as he stepped in the door and then lit the cake and that was when everyone else popped out from where they were hiding to sing him happy birthday.
Steve heard the singing and stopped, open-mouthed, to just look at his family, his friends, and a really big cake. He stood there, hands on his hips, watching as everyone makes their way through the song.
His eyes stop on the gifts, on the smiling faces of everyone there. His gaze lingers on Clint, on the baby, and he walks over to them, one hand reaching out to muss the baby's wispy hair before moving in to drop a kiss onto Clint's lips.
"Yeah," he said, laughing, looking around again for emphasis. "I think it's safe to say you surprised me. I have no idea how you managed to plan all of this without me finding out." Well, he's only partially surprised in that regard. Work has been busy. Summer always keeps the station on its toes. It makes it that much more amazing that Clint's gotten all this together.
Smiling, he settles in at Clint's side, huffing out a quiet laugh at the colors of the cake, the shape, and just how many of his coworkers are remarking on it and threatening to take off with one of the cupcakes. "Thank you," he says, a bit quietly. "This is great."