I own nothing.
B is for birthdays.
"Fourth of July" Steve replied.
"No way!" Bucky and Toro gazed up at him, as though they were trying to figure out if he was serious. Embarrassed for some reason that he couldn't quite explain, Steven nodded. Both boys leaned back in their chairs.
"Babies are born every day of the year, including the fourth of July." Spitfire contributed, and her brother added.
"Besides what's so special about the fourth?"
A glint in his eyes told Steve he was merely teasing the youngest members of the team, but Steve wasn't sure they'd pick this up.
The questioner, however, merely switched her eyes to Jim Hammond, also known as the Human Torch, who had chosen just that moment to enter the underground room.
"What about you?" she asked. "When's your birthday?"
The android could look surprisingly human at points, especially now.
He coughed. "I don't have one."
"You must do." The six year old pinched face stared up into the plastic one. "Everyone has a birthday, even Jesus."
"Not me." Torch admitted blushing. Steve prayed silently that they wouldn't have to explain why this was, as the child spoke,
"That's sad. Everyone should have a birthday."
"Well," Spitfire's voice was calm and reasonable, what Union Jack called her mother duck tone. "Why don't you come up with date for his birthday?"
With the expression of contempt for the stupidity of Adults that only a child can give, she replied. "It doesn't work like that. A birthday is a day with special meaning."
"Well I've got a suggestion." All eyes turned to gazed upon Jack. "What about the first August 1942?"
"Why that date?" Torch asked curiously.
Union Jack gazed at him incredulously, along with the rest of the team.
"Because it's the date the Invaders were formed!"