While in the shower she couldn't help thinking of Steve and no not in that way.

She thought of the way he'd be missing his old friends, how he wouldn't be celebrating his birthday, just sitting alone in his apartment watching shows played by people he's never even heard of.

Great now she was getting depressed, stepping out of the water she wrapped a fluffy blue towel around her body and stepped into her room "JARVIS?" she questioned as she looked through her closet.

"Yes ma'am?" she pulled out a hanger "has Steve left yet?" there was a moment of silence "5 minutes ago ma'am" she grinned "perfect, do we have anything on the schedule tonight?" she asked pulling on her clothing.

"You have a benefit dinner tonight at 8" she made a face "oh yeah, move that to Tony's schedule flag it and add a side note to wear something strapless"

There was another few seconds then "done ma'am" she grinned "thank you jarv that should keep him out of trouble, whatever would I do without you?"

There were a few seconds where she figured he wouldn't reply but then "most likely go insane ma'am" she couldn't help laughing.

It was 7:32pm when she knocked on the apartment door and stood back waiting for an answer, when Steve opened it she wasn't to surprised to see him in sleeping pants and an old sweat shirt, but she couldn't help smirking.

"you must really be old if you're going to bed this early" he blinked unimpressed by her greeting even if his lips twitched a little "what's up Beth?" he asked leaning on the door frame.

She took a quick second to study his posture, relaxed and slumped a little, he seemed at ease "get dressed, I'm kidnapping you" his brows rose at what she said and she took a second to admire him.

"Your what?" she rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall "just get dressed rogers, that's an order" now he rolled his eyes.

She waited outside for him to get dressed playing with her phone then glanced up when he came back out and locked the door "so where we going?" he asked as he followed her out to the Ferrari waiting outside the building.

"You'll see" she promised, he sat back and watched as the city passed by contenting himself with not knowing.

Soon they were out of the city and Steve sat up a little "ok where are we going?" he asked she rolled her eyes as she pulled up to a fancy looking place "I'm hungry" she said and got out he followed and they went inside.

Now Beth being a billionaire had managed to actually rent the entire restaurant for the night so they didn't have to deal with reporters or the like.

They talked about random things as they ate one once finished Steve looked almost awestruck when the waiter brought out a cupcake with red white and blue icing with a candle flickering in the middle of it.

She shrugged when he looked at her "make a wish" she told him and watched as he stared at the flickering flame saw the way it reflected in his eyes then he closed them deciding on his wish and blew it out.

"Happy birthday Steve" he looked back at her and smiled one of his real smiles "you didn't have to do this for me" she shrugged again and smiled back "I know, I don't have to do anything and I don't if I don't want to"

She glanced down at her side of the table and played with the condensation from her glass but looked back up when half a cupcake was set in front of her and met his eyes "thank you" she smiled wider "your welcome" she picked up to half and took a bite then Steve started laughing .

"What?" he put a hand over his mouth to silence the laughter and motioned to her face she shifted the look at her reflection in her water glass and rolled her eyes licking away the icing smudge along her top lip.

"ha-ha very funny" he grinned at her and she had to admire the way it took time off of his face, she glanced at her watch then straitened "were going to be late" he looked at her with risen brows "there's more?"

She made a funny face at him "yeah, I am a stark"

15 minutes later she stopped the car at a pier and got out again walking to the end she slumped down and he paused for a second before following her lead, the wood was bobbing gently in the water and they could see lady liberty from where they sat.

"So I've been wondering" Steve looked at her and she looked at him for a second "how old are you this year?" he got a funny look on his face.

"With or without the time on ice?" she rolled her eyes "you know I joke about it but I don't really count the time you did as a capscicle"

There was silence for a few moments and she saw he was doing some mental calculations then "25" he looked at her and saw her staring, he shifter uncomfortably "what?" he finally asked.

She shook her head "I didn't know you were that, young, it's been two years since you were defrosted but" she trailed off and looked at him with a new light "you were only 20 when you joined the program weren't you?" he shifted a little "19, spent a year getting use to this, three more fighting hydra"

She blinked owlishly at him putting all the pieces together in a puzzle that was Steven Rogers.

She saw he was uncomfortable and shook herself raising her knees and leaning forward to draped her arms over them "you've had a hell of a ride for someone not even out of baby fat yet"

"Language" he reminded her but he sounded distracted and once glances told her why.

He was blushing again.

She glanced up at the sky before straitening a little "it's starting" Steve turned brows risen "what's start-" he stopped when the first explosion rocked the sky flaring in a burst of bright green then withering.

She looked at Steve again and smiled at the way he was staring at the sky, attention completely captured by the fireworks, she didn't let herself think of him like a child but truly he was.

Fighting a war at an age where most people were still enjoying their childhood.

Fighting for his life before he was even legally allowed to drink.

She wondered if he still had nightmares.

Steve nearly jumped when a weight settled on his arm and he looked to see Beth was leaning on him, heat rose in his cheeks but he smiled and looked back up.

None the wiser to the silent tears on her face or the way she mourned his lost childhood.