"Finally." Steve sighed heavily looking out the window as the last car containing the remaining Avengers pulled off.
He was at long last alone in the tower. The soldier had to control himself to keep from dashing up the stairs. He could finally indulge in one of his favorite activities. He pulled out the beautiful box containing his addiction.
"Hello beautiful."
Steve hadn't been able to do this in a full week. He slid the silver mouthpiece on to the whorl of metal and pursed his lips. Air ran through the tubes creating a lovely, full sound. He ran up and down the F and G scales effortlessly, and then went back through adding in vibrato to give the scales a feeling even though they were plain.
"Let's tune up."
The trumpet was really sharp for the lack of use. He really couldn't help it. What with the Avengers being all around all the time and Mike Dyer, his private instructor, cancelling he really hadn't had the time. He didn't wish to let any of the others know that he played but it was hard enough to find time to play. Other than Mike no one else but Nick Fury knew he played the trumpet and played it well. He had always been skilled at both the trumpet and could even get taps on the bugle. That secret had died with the Howling Commandoes and Peggy.
"What shall we play?"
He had gotten it to the bad habit of talking to his beautiful instrument. There were very few things that Steve Rogers actually spent any real amount of time and money on except his shield, his motorcycle, and his instrument. Well instruments, he had two at this point. One was an old one he had picked up impulsively during the depressing period between waking up in 2012 and meeting the Avengers. It was the only thing that kept him sane in the tiny apartment home he lived in.
"A march maybe?"
Mike had actually heard him playing from his own apartment and offered lessons. He hadn't even cared that it was Captain America he was teaching, he would accept a penny more than what he was charging others. Steve had no monetary issues because apparently his time in the ice had count as service and he, much to his chagrin, was paid for it. After a while Steve looked more into the modern trumpet. He now held a glittering silver Bach Stradivarius trumpet. His old one he kept in his apartment for lessons but this Bach Strad he had smuggled into the tower for his own pleasure. Melodies flowed gracefully under his fingers. He had no idea how his team would react to his horn playing but for now it was just a rope from the past dragging into the future and it was as gorgeous as ever. The Captain started onto the very first song he had learned to play as he sung it in his head as well.
"Day is done, gone the sun,
from the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh."
"Really Spangles?" A voice jolted him from his reverie. "Always the Golden Boy aren't you?"
"Stark!" Steve turned as Bruce gave Tony a sharp swat.
Thor raised a hand. "I, shield-brother, thought your melodies full of elegance and grace!"
"Starks being mean." Clint gave the inventor a bit of a push.
"Play some more." Natasha all but demanded.
So that's how they would react, Steve though looking for his printed edition of the Avengers dubbed "theme song".
