Author's note: I have a major thing for old movies and music, expect this to come into play at some point in any of my fics that allow for it.

Steve picked up his pants and a note fell from one of the pockets.

Darling,

I'm sorry I can't be there for you on your birthday (you thought I forgot, didn't you?). I had JARVIS make reservations at your favorite restaurant and had Dummy lay out your uniform for you. Go and try to enjoy yourself, please, for me? I'll make it up to you when I get home.

I love you.

Happy Birthday.

Tony

Steve pulled on his pants, there was no use in letting Tony's effort go to waste. As he picked up his shirt another note fell onto the bed.

Tell JARVIS to 'hit it', just trust me on this.

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Tony

Steve shrugged, "Hit it, JARVIS." He said with little enthusiasm.

"As you wish, Sir. And may I say, 'Happy Birthday, Sir."

"Thank you, JARVIS."

As Steve finished speaking, old songs from the World War II era began to play over the penthouse's speaker system. Bless 'Em All by Vera Lynn floated through the air and Steve was inundated with memories from his time in England.

Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, the long and the short and the tall

Bless all the sergeants and the W.O. ones,

Bless the Corp'rals and their blinkin' sons,

'Cos we're saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl

You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean

So cheer up my lads, bless 'em all.

Steve found his spirits lifting almost against his will, his old uniform and the music he loved couldn't fail to cheer him up and Tony knew it...even if Tony wasn't overly fond of 'his old man's' music.

As Steve left the penthouse, JARVIS informed him that a limo was waiting for him at the front entrance. Steve duly headed down there and slid into the back seat. To his surprise, it didn't go to the restaurant he assumed it would, but to an old club he used to go to when he was enlisted- the Stagedoor Canteen.

Steve paused before the door, it had been over seventy years since he'd been here. As he entered the strains of Bei Mir Bist Du Schon and the voices of the Andrews greeted his ears.

Of all the boys I've known and I've known some

Until I first met you I was lonesome

And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light

And this old world seemed new to me.

You're really swell, I have to admit you

Deserve expressions that really fit you

And so I've racked my brain hoping to explain

All the things that you do to me.

Bei mir bist du schön, please let me explain

'Bei mir bist du schön' means you're grand

Bei mir bist du schön, again I'll explain

It means you're the fairest in the land.

Steve stared at his surroundings, absolutely thunderstruck. It was like stepping into one of his memories. GI's in uniform mingled at the bar and girls, served them. Some danced with their girls on the dance floor as the music played on.

Steve walked over to the bar, still unsure of what was happening.

"What can I get you, son?"

Even though he could no longer get drunk, Steve ordered a whiskey out of habit. He sat there drinking and watching the couples on the dance floor. A few girls gave him looks and tried to coax him out on to the floor, but Steve politely turned them down.

Wait a minute, that girl looked familiar, was that...Natasha?

She was in the arms of a GI, her black silk dress gliding over the floor as they danced. They turned and Steve recognized the man, it was Clint. Steve was about to get up and go over to them, when the bartender put another drink in front of him.

"I didn't order that."

"I know, he did." The bartender jerked this thumb to his left.

Suddenly, the people in Steve's line of vision cleared and, there was Tony, lounging against the bar, whiskey in hand and a sharp suit from the 1940s on.

As Time Goes By, began to play as Tony walked over and held a hand out to Steve, "Care to dance, Soldier?" He set his drink on the bar and whisked Steve onto the dance floor.