aggravating | 7th Command; Video - backdated to the 3rd 'cause I suck

[Filtered FROM Captain America; aka to everyone else on the barge]

Okay, tomorrow's the Fourth. Which means Independence Day for those of us from America.

I'm putting out a casting call, kind of. Basically, any chicks that know how to sing and dance? Kind of need you to raise your hands.

Before you ask, it's for a wholesome 40's kind of thing. Not my style, but I have my reasons for it.

[Private to Natasha]
Star Spangled Man, Steve's birthday. You're my wingman on this. [AKA: You have no choice.]

[Private to Loki]
Hey, Rock of Ages, your Shakespeare roots don't have tailoring in them, do they?

[Private to Peggy]
You say anything to Cap, you'll have made a really annoying enemy.

[Private to Dean]
Hey, you wouldn't happen to have found a song anywhere called The Star Spangled Man? Kind of a 40's showtune feel?

[Private to B]
Dancing for me, gorgeous? [He knows not when to quit]

[Private to Charles]
Please tell me there's some sort of update on my goddamn helmet. [He just wants some good news right now :C]

[Private to Steve]
Why're you here anyway, Cap?

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Are you asking me if I can tailor?

I'm afraid that's not one of my more developed skill sets.

[If he needs to make clothes he just magicks them up. Tailoring is for girrrrrrrls.]

Figured it was worth a shot.

[He's not too hung up on it, to be honest]

It's Cap's birthday tomorrow, kind of needed a way to pull you in that was better than asking if you wanted to help train a bunch of girls to dance.

[It's official, Loki. You're a bro :C ]

Your only two ideas for my involvement are tailoring and teaching dance?

[Tony... what are you implying?]

I can contribute to his revelry in many ways!

[No homo?]

Sweetcheeks, if you wanted to cater all you had to do was ask.

[.... yeah, no homo.]

Do you require assistance with the cooking?

[NO HO-- Oh but actually he can totally cook.]

Sweetcheeks?

[TONY WHY?]

[Because he is SO FREAKING BORED. THIS IS A BORING SHIP. HE HAS NO ROBOTS TO PLAY WITH. NOTHING TO INVENT. NO SUIT TO FLY AROUND IN. NO JARVIS TO TELL HIM HE'S BEING STUPID.

His life sucks.]

The last time I made an omelet I scrambled the egg with the shell. [He shrugs a shoulder] Someone's making waffles. I'm just providing the morning entertainment.

I work in nicknames. [What? Don't like it?] I can come up with something else if you want, Chief.