Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, Steve had been quietly watching everyone else talking and laughing. Mainly, having fun. He always felt like such an outsider at these events. Actually, he felt like an outsider in general. As a man out of his time, Steve struggled sometimes adjusting to the future and incredible technological advances. Mostly, he felt alone. There wasn’t a single person alive who understood how he grew up and the war he fought in. At least one who didn’t need a walker or wheelchair. But there was one person who did know how it felt to be so out of place, like there was no one else like them in the room.
Thor. He was literally a god among men. Someone far away from his home and what he considered normalcy, stuck in a different world with different customs. Tony had said last week at least Thor didn’t speak anymore as if he were in a Shakespearean play. There hadn't been the chance to connect as friends, but they were still genial towards one another.
Steve glanced down at his glass of water, rolling his wrist slowly to make the liquid move fluidly inside the glass without ever spilling over the edge. It was close to hypnotic, briefly distracting. With a heavy sigh, he resolved himself to leave and make the drive back to his apartment on his motorcycle, hoping the cool night air would clear his head. Turning to leave, he found himself face to face with the blonde-haired god.
"Thor. I didn't know you were still around. I thought you went home." There was a small lift in his tone to indicate surprise to find him standing right there, figuring it was simply due to good timing. He flashed a shy smile before glancing at the party around them before looking back to him. " Do you think Tony will ever get tired of throwing parties?"
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