Novel & Cerita Steve Rogers Captain America Birthday

ASTRID’S POV I’m preparing for the triplets’ birthday. I don’t know why it feels so difficult now—maybe because Apollo is here and we keep choosing opposite things. It’s been weeks since Apollo and I reconciled. “This one, I think this is okay,” he asked me while pointing at the Captain America theme for the birthday. “Hello, you also have a daughter, not just Gray and Greg,” I told Apollo. He paused, thinking about what I said. “What if we do something for all three? Maybe one side can be Barbie-themed and the other Marvel,” he suggested.

"Leave it, Kitten; don't even go there." I looked at him confused. I am going there; I want to know. "When is it?" He shook his head and laughed. "Steve's birthday is the 20th of December; be warned, we tried for over 10 years to get him to celebrate; he goes into hiding at the mention of it." I wonder why that is. "Well, he can't hide from me." I smiled, walking out the door. Driving there, I felt fine. I didn't understand why he would hide it from me; surely he knew I would find out. If not, then he is brainwashed.

“First of all, you have to eat. Second, you have to clean up, and third, you must have a birthday party.” She organized parties for Delanie and Declan every year, but Roger never liked them. After the surprise one they organized on his eighteenth birthday, he made himself scarce during his subsequent birthdays. He’d take trips away just to avoid even a surprise birthday party. “Lani, can you get me soup?” Roger requested, at the same time his phone vibrated. He hadn’t paid attention to it since closing from work yesterday, and upon seeing the caller, his gaze darkened, and he dropped the phone.

“That’s the Rangers locker room.” “Just give me a minute,” Donald stated. “I just have to make sure the boys are all decent before we go in.” Donald returned in a few minutes. “Follow me,” he stated. We followed him into the locker room, and Logan’s mouth dropped open. The Captain walked over to Logan. “I heard it’s your birthday, Logan. We wanted to make sure it was the best one yet. So, we’d like to give you a team autographed jersey.” “Thank you,” Logan simply said, too stunned to say anything else.

Rogers and he nodded for me to take it. I looked back down at it, I have been cold towards this man from the beginning of the truth but seeing this letter made me soft. "When is my birthday ?" I couldn't stop myself from asking, even though my voice was shaky am glad it didn't break at all. "08th September 1992 " he whispered as if not wanting me to hear but I did. I nodded not bothering to look up at this man, now all the questions I had were answered immediately and he also understood why I asked.