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Steve Rogers	It's not Thanksgiving yet. In reality, it's two weeks away. This hasn't stopped Steve from calling anyone and everyone tangentally attached to the Avengers over to the mansion for a potluck. Nothing will go wrong. Well, except maybe the fact that Steve's trying to cook. He's not very good at it. Still, he's been in the kitchen most of the day, doing a lot of the prep work that he ''is'' good at. You don't spend time in the military in the 40's and not know how to peel a lot of potatoes. He's spent a good chunk of the day peeling, chopping, grating. All of the little things. Luckily, he has a pal who is actually very good at this here to help him out. He takes a moment to step out of the kitchen to see who's showed up in the meantime. He's wearing his usual jeans and hiking boots, but, well. His sweater choice is ... certainly festive. Festooned in brown and burnt orange horizontal stripes, it has a big, fat turkey embroidered on the front. It's ''hideous''. Steve seems happy about it.
Anthony Druid	Anthony Druid arrived early, having cleared his schedule. He's been away on sabbatical for much of the year and so hasn't encountered many of his Avengers friends in far to long. As an aging bachelor without close family, he doesn't tend to have a lot of holiday friends or traditions, so it's nice to find others with whom to share such moments, even if they are roughspun and perhaps not on the old-fashioned dates. He wears a burnt sienna cardigan over a cream-colored linen button-down, along with corduroy slacks and simple brown loafers. His goattee is trimmed neatly, green eyes glinting cheerfully as he helps where he can in setting up. He brought along a game pheasant he roasted in advance, stuffing it with creamy mushroom stuffing from a recipe he got from Martha Stewart herself, along with some sage mashed potatoes. He hangs a dangling blessing from a string at various corners of the room, calling on the winds to protect the place and keep them safe from harm. "Just in case," he says, raising a bushy eyebrow.
Cael Becker	Cael is trying - that's the honest to Gods truth. She's even taken off her usual leather jacket, and put on a blouse in an ombre of fall colors - though she still wears the same metal gear around her neck as a necklace. She showed up with a pumpkin pie, some whipped cream - and a bottle of rather decent whiskey, early enough that she can actually //help out// in the kitchen. "Alright, Sam - where do you want me to put these?"she asks - holding up the collander filled with cleaned, halved brussel sprouts.     She wasn't //eating// any of those today. But she did prep them.
Sara Pezzini	Sara can only book the basics, breakfast. You want breakfast, she's the one you go do, anything else... make it yourself. Tonight however, she called in a favor from her Aunt and got a Tiramisu specially made, and used a recipe on line to make some ove baked sweet yams. The last Thanksgiving she had that involved more than herself and some case at the precinct was something like five years ago. Dressed in black slacks and an emerald green shirt, she arrives with the food and Wade Wilson, which might explain bringing two dishes or it might be that she wanted to make sure food was covered either way, in the door she comes with good and boyfriend, whom she made carry the yams. "Where should the food go?" She asks plainly, looking around. "And brought a /real/ dessert."
Henry McCoy	It'd been a while since he'd had a good sit-down meal with the Avengers! Henry was all too happy to be invited to the potluck and had dressed in a nice polo shirt and khakis. In his hands he had a warming back, containg sweet potato casserole by the smell of it. As he stepped in, the Beast grins and offers a wave. "Hey there, everyone!" The dish is set down where instructed, the man looking over to the others. "How goes?" He asks, chipperly.
Wade Wilson	Wade, for the most part, tried to look respectable today. Jeans, a button shirt in red and black tartan, and heavy boots. He isn't armed (that anyone can see) and he doesn't wear his mask. Which might make for an unappetizing visual, but dammit, he's trying.     He holds the casserole dish with the yams and smiles at those gathered. He "Knows" a lot about a number of them, but that information can't be trusted in this universe so instead he waves at the assembled (pun intended.) "Hey guys" he says, shifting the dish in his hands to free one for a polite fingerwave.
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	The thing about growing up in Soviet Assassin Kindergarden is holidays and celebrations aren't really much of a thing. Nadia didn't even have a birthday until she turned sixteen, so it probably comes as no surprise that she has very little idea about Thanksgiving and is more than a little lost, though she is helping 'Captain Step-Dad' and Sam around the kitchen as best she can. Nadia isn't a bad cook by any means, or kitchen chemistry as she likes to call it. She does however have some odd ideas like 'from scratch' starting at the molecular level. She's dressed in fall colors, her usual blacks and reds, now accompanied by oranges, a simple skirt and sweater combination. Keen observers might even find small bees visible among the pattern of fall leaves on her top. Greatest contribution to the Pot Luck however is Pym Particles, which are a godsend when you need to feed a team the size of the Avengers, particularly with the appetites of some members. "So we're supposed to give thanks for all the good things in our lives? That's like everything!" She comments as she goes about kitchen work, slowly learning about this new holiday.
Wanda Maximoff	Thanksgiving isn't a familiar holiday even after a couple years in the US. Harvest-time staples for Wanda look very different from the potluck dishes here. Sweet potato casseroles, green bean casseroles, so many casseroles! They have potatoes at least in common. Her own fluttering around the kitchen takes on a completely surreal quality after a certain point, though. An apron over her skirt and sleeves pushed up is classic enough for the holidays, except most people aren't formulating food the way she does. Her handiwork is partly in the alcohol for those who tipple: a hot mulled wine; plum brandy, rakia; hot toddies. A dessert bread is out there, though, weaves in cocoa and nuts with a sweetbread, patterned into a spiral. It's a variation on the national Transian pastime of modifying struedels from their vaguely Austro-Hungarian days. The rest? If someone lacks it then there might just be a plate for it. Keen green-gold eyes watch everyone enter with delight, offering to help take plates so they can go socialise. She offers warm smiles to everyone. "We'll have food for days," she adds to Hank when he enters. Nadia's bright autumn shades are appealing, easy to catch the eye. They share a fondness for red. "Easy to be here being thankful for a while, isn't it?"
Sam Wilson	Today there's a role reversal in that, for once, Sam is the one (nominally) in charge. Sure, both Steve and Cael can't cook, but Thanksgiving meal prep is really about... well, preparation. So Sam puts them to work according to a very strict schedule that has been pre-determined down to the minute, and along the way there may have been some input from Sam's sister via facetime. More than once. In fact, she's just as enthusiastic as Sam is in introducing Nadia to some of the family recipes featured today.     Look, the only time he's managed to get his mother's mac and cheese recipe right is with Sarah looking over his shoulder. Even virtually, it'll have to do.     But the turkey is out of the oven, wrapped up securely so that it doesn't go cold while it waits to be carved. There are a handful of other dishes in the process of going in or coming out of the ovens. And Sam comes skipping down the stairs from a quick trip up to his room for a change of clothes, now that the heavy lifting is mostly taken care of. He's in a pair of dark blue slacks and a dress shirt, sans tie, and he rolls up his sleeves as he resumes his kitchen supervision.     "Dump them in that bowl there," he says to Cael, indicating one that is pre-filled with a mix of olive oil, balsamic, and spices. "Toss them and then get them out onto that," more pointing, "Baking sheet."     He says nothing to Anthony's blessings-slash-warding of the mansion, though there's something subtly relieved in his expression, even if the nature of it is beyond his comprehension. There's still a lot that could go wrong.     ...Sam stops to knock his knuckles against the next piece of wood furniture he passes by, just for thinking that thought.     "We have some space cleared for dishes," Sam tells first Anthony, then Sara and Wade, and then Henry, in lieu of formal greeting, subtly harried as he is. Indeed there is a whole section of table space left free for such things (it's a big table). As the final pieces start coming together, Sam sneaks a glass of Wanda's mulled wine. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, and the team definitely earned a nice homecooked meal today. And Sam earned this wine.
Steve Rogers	The kitchen is -busy-, which is why Steve is super thankful to be able to take a break from it. Honestly, at this point, Sam is probably glad he's taking a break too. Steve is good at a lot of things, cooking things that don't come in ration packs is not one of them. Thusly, since a lot of what's left is waiting and juggling things around, Cap can take a minute to make the rounds. With a cup of the mulled wine because, hey. It's (almost) a holiday and he's worked hard (at driving Sam nuts) all day to pull this off. Thusly, Steve plays the part of greeter. He's all smiles, helping to direct traffic and shake all of the hands. "Doctor McCoy, good to see you, it's been a minute, hasn't it?" Sara gets a smile, and Cap shakes Wade's hand too once he offloads the casserole. "Mister Wilson," Cap greets, his body language and tone as friendly and open as it was with Hank. "Have a drink, if you do, and enjoy yourself." He steps off to the side then, just letting things happen while he affectionately observes the homey bustle.
Bruce Banner	Bruce Banner's family life, like many of his relationships, trends toward...troubled. Troubled is a good word for it. Even so, Bruce has been trying to lighten up a bit lately. Get out of a bit and stretch the old legs. Leonard said spending some time with friends would be good for him. He wasn't the only one, either. EARLIER "You know, Dr. Banner," Agent Taylor, Bruce's current handler, spoke with an even, tone. Soothing even. Bruce had told her more than once she'd probably do well on NPR. She took it as a complement. "Bruce is fine, please." "...Bruce. I think you should spend some time with the other Avengers. I'm sure it'd be good for your stress levels." "I don't know about that," Bruce reached over for a screwdriver, never looking up from his current project. "I've just kept so busy with this project, and--" "Exactly. Relax a little. Refresh your brain. Eat something that's not blended for a change too, huh? Is there anything you'd call 'comfort food?'" NOW Bruce slinks in through the back door of the kitchen in a purple hoodie and sweats. He is lugging a crock pot with oven mitts as he slides by Sam and Steve. "Ah," Bruce ducks down. "Hey guys. Um." He lifts the slow cooker. "Macaroni and cheese." Beat. "Comfort food." His smile is lopsided.
Sara Pezzini	The tiramisu goes with the desserts, the yams... Sara points Wade to the proper location, and once hands are free, her arm goes around his waist lightly. She was probably one of the lucky ones in this room, a semi-normal childhood with a father who insisted on holidays, when he wasn't working. The child of a New York City police officer did have some down sides, but those were nothing compared to those assembled (pun intended). Looking around the kitchen while saying the hell out of the way and from being ordered to help, she notes that she has in fact worked with everyone here once, save for Druid and McCoy. That actually made her smile, to see familiar faces and two new ones to offer introductions to. So that's what she gets to. "Evening everyone," she offers in general, dodging some of the prep. "I'm Sara Pezzini, Weilder of Witchblade," she wiggles her right up, showing off the silver band bracelet with massive red stone to everyone. "Most of you know that, and this is my boyfriend, Wade Wilson, most of you did not know that."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	In a busy kitchen, Nadia's upbringing is a blessing as she easily dances around people like the trained ballerina that she is. "Yes!" Wanda gets a bright smile from the ever enthusiastic young woman. Nadia is an apt pupil and absorbs information like a sponge as Sam and his sister teach her their family recipes. A few times she spaces out a little bit pondering the various chemical reactions taking place and how they influence the end result but she does her best not to propose any changes that might create chaos within the already teetering system of kitchen prep. She definitely stops to marvel at the macaroni and cheese, there are just still some foods no one has gotten around to introducing to her yet and she hasn't stumbled upon by chance. "Cheese makes everything better! Just let me know when the turkey is ready for embiggening! Oh! Dr. McCoy! Dr. Banner!! Hi!!!" This day just keeps getting better and better in Nadia's mind. Parties where everyone gets together are the best!
Wanda Maximoff	The mulled wine packs a smooth kick, the spices added to it patiently by someone who ought to know how to brew it. Wanda legitimately owns a cauldron somewhere and has the extensive practice to back up brewing wines and potions. She looks pleased as punch seeing a few cups snagged. Directing traffic falls to Steve, but she will flit by to make sure he has what he needs. "Want a break?" Unlikely Cap of all people would ever need one, but tapping out is a team act. Then there's Bruce offering macaroni and cheese in a crockpot, and she lights up. "Mac and cheese sounds delicious. It's chilly out there. We should have some spoons over..." A general gesture wiggles her finger in the far direction of the kitchen. With so many cooks in one spot, dishes and a traditional dishwasher aren't keeping up. Probably not. Nudging things along is hopefully to keep anyone from pulling out a drawer and panicking at empty slots. "Somewhere past the salad." She is bound to move to and fro to help out, not content to stand still. "Good evening, Sara. You've become my favourite person for tiramisu. Nice to meet you, Wade. I'm Wanda." Erik Lensherr's dark-tressed daughter breaks into a small wave for a moment, and then laughs at Nadia's cheery response to everything. Oh, to be that young and innocent again.
Henry McCoy	The grin on Henry's face is infectious - seeing all these friends come together for a happy meal. Wade and Wanda get nods, smiles to each. Steve gets a firm and friendly handshake. A wave to Bruce, a nod as well. As Sara offers an introduction, the Beast returns the favor. "Doctor Henry McCoy, most of my friends call me Hank. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Pezzini." He keeps clear of the kitchen, not wanting to take up precious space there. "Everything smells so lovely." He says, offering a wave to Nadia at her greeting. "Thank you for extending an invite."
Wade Wilson	Wade has an almost boyish smile on his face. Scarlet Witch just spoke to him. He hadn't encountered her... anywhere that he was aware of. But she just said his name. "I kn... it's nice to meet you too" he says.     Waspette flitting (not literally) in the back is something of a surprise and also not. Maybe being an Avenger was hereditary here? Who could say. And then there's a familiar face.     "Beast" he says, with a sigh. "And here I thought I'd be the only creepy looking guy around." Rude, but said with an air of affection. That's usually Wade's MO. "Nice to see you again." He hadn't seen the man since... ice cream. He had seen Hank with *his* girl that day. Hadn't he also given them a snow leopard then? "How's the cat?" Whether he meant the leopard or Hank's girlfriend he left up to the bluefurred man.
Sam Wilson	It was some time around Sam seriously posing the question "Should we enlarge the turkey via Pym Particles before or after we carve it?" that his sister signed off the call. There's only so many superhero shenanigans one can take, after all. And Sam still doesn't have an answer to that, so he only shrugs at Nadia. "Think that's your call," he says. She's probably worked out some sort of very precise equation for exactly how much it should be resized to feed the team. At least, from what Sam has come to know of her--especially in these last few hours--that's the impression he gets.     "Sorry, what was that?" Sam breaks away from the kitchen work to make an appearance--with his cup of mulled wine--where the rest of the group is gathering, upon hearing his name said. Erroneously, though he's yet to discover that. "Bruce! Hey! Glad you could make it."
Steve Rogers	"I'm good, Wanda. Thanks though. I figure since I'm not really good at whatever's left to do in the kitchen, I'll play host and mingle." He pauses, his eyes twinkling mischeviously. "Besides, if I'm stuck in the kitchen, how will I inflict this sweater on anyone else?" He looks to Hank and nods. "As far as I'm concerned, you're always welcome around here, Hank. It's been too long, though I'm sure your plate is probably full with stuff for Xavier." At Bruce's appearance, Cap smiles warmly and approaches. He pats him on the shoulder before he goes in for the hug, because of course he does. Captain America is not afraid to hug his friends, that would be UNAMERICAN. "I'm glad you made it, Bruce. It's good to see you."
Cael Becker	Cael gets the brussel sprouts tossed and roasted as directed. Hopefully Sam set a timer - Cael doesn't. It's shortly after that that she emerges into the living room, nodding to those assembled, and offering Sara and Wade a brief smile. For the moment, she seems content to remain to the outskirts of the gathering, hands going into the pockets of her jeans.     Why'd she leave her jacket behind today? Bah.
Bruce Banner	"Oh, hey Nadia," Bruce says, freed from the dangers of a warm crockpot as he sets it down on the counter. "Er--embiggening?" Dr. Banner seems concerned. Not concerned enough, however, to ignore Hank, who gets a smile and a nod. "That's what I was thinking, Wanda," Bruce says, "it is getting a bit chilly out there--" He smiles to Sam and Steve in turn. "Thanks, gentlemen. Someone told me I should try and get out more." But then the hand goes on his shoulder, and Steve goes in for it. Bruce's eyes widen for a second before he awkwardly pats Rogers on the back. "A-ah, so we're hugging then. Fair enough." He adapts well enough, awkwardly, but well enough. "You guys decided to go all out, huh? So who do we have to thank for putting this all together?"
Anthony Druid	Anthony Druid smiles at Bruce, "Personal intimacy can be quite daunting for those of us who grew up iwthout it, but it's one of the healthiest expressions of friendship that our society has to offer, my friend," he says. Ever the psychiatrist, it seems, although he at least gives genuine warmth in his dispensing of adice. "Many of our varied and diverse profession struggle with making lasting bonds, with feeling comfortable in our own skin. Likely why so many wear masks. That's why I'm so glad we all have a chance to share in this holiday together, albeit a fortnight or so early," he twinkles.
Henry McCoy	A grin to Steve and a nod. "It's been rather hectic, yes. All manner of oddities going on, and changes in the world." Henry comments. "I am sure the Avengers are just as chock full of events needing tending to." A wink. "You know I'm glad to help, whenever I can." The Beast assures, before looking to Wade and his commentary. There's a shake of his head in disbelief, but no dissappointment from the behavior. It is what it is. "The leopard is well, enjoying her new home and friends." He assures the Merc with the Mouth.
Steve Rogers	"You know me, Bruce. I'm a hugger. Life's too short and all that." Steve pauses. "Even if you get frozen in ice, it's still too short. And I guess i'm to blame for this. I figured it'd be nice since a lot of us don't really have family outside of each other, and given recent events, we should try to spend more time together when we're not fighting for our lives." Steve pauses again, because he's in Dad Joke mode. "Except maybe against the coronary we're going to have from all this food."
Wanda Maximoff	Wade's with Sara and therefore determined as someone who gets a friendly smile and proper greeting. Guest right around here is just about sacrosanct where Wanda has any say! Her cheeks round and turn slightly warm with delight at the response to her. "The sweater probably will end up banned by signatories across the European Union. Expect it to be the hottest ticket next week?" She grins at the abomination of Steve's sweater. "You try sweatpants, they'll end up on fire. Jan agrees with me." Slipping back through the scrum of Avengers and friends lets her orient on finding something to help out with. Not the turkey though. Sam's instructions and the right oversight don't require additional hands messing things up. The swish of her aproned-skirt acts like a bell on a cat. Quiet, but that way everyone knows witch might come through. All the better to circle around after Anthony, anyway. Not sneaking up at all on the psychiatrist. "If we didn't do it early, everyone might be scattered to the four winds or waiting for those awful sales."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia beams at two of her favorite SCIENCE! heroes, before flitting off to embiggen the turkey. Definitely before carving, the trick is getting it just to the point the table can still support it and all the other food before structural integrity is compromised while still satisfying everyone's appetites. She's also certain there must be super powered cutting implements around that can handle it and if there aren't she has some in her lab, which is conveniently worn around her neck. Eventually though she does break from the kitchen to be more social. No sooner has Steve declared himself a hugger, than they are both hugged in turn! "Group hug!" Declares Nadia, someone clearly taught her that, but who?
Sara Pezzini	There was mulled wine? Sara goes in search of it, ignoring the ugly sweater Steve is wearing as best she can, which is to say no, she can't ignore it. Once the wine his found, two glasses are poured, one for her, one for Wade. It's obvious she has no troubles with his normal appearance, but she is watching for signs of anyone else having problems with it. She doesn't expect there to be any, but over protective girlfriend is... over protective. "Here to go, this is festive," she says as she returns and offers Wade his wine. "Nice to meet you Dr. McCoy, I mean Hank... feel free to call me Sara," she then offers to Henry, not having missed his introduction. "Glad you two know each other, Wade might not get all starry eyed now."
Cael Becker	Oh God. We're hugging now. Cael's gaze goes to a seemingly empty bit of space - a small shake of her head offered, before she ends up siddling closer to Sara and Wade. "Umm. Glad you could made it, Wade," she offers in her best, but still slightly awkward attempt at being social. At the moment, she's trying to avoid diving straight into the alcohol as an attempt to cover for the fact that - well, being social with so many people she's only vaguely familiar with... was a bit much at the moment.     She's also very pointedly //not// looking at what Steve is wearing. She's been doing that throughout prep time, though.
Steve Rogers	Steve is intercepted in a GROUP HUG. Yeah, he's pretty okay with this. Honestly, the only other guy he knows who is huggier is Thor. Sadly, it seems the God of Thunder is busy. So are a few other faces that he'd hoped to see here, but people do have lives, and he is happy for the ones that are here. "I know, I know," he replies to Wanda as she flits away. "Janet and the damn sweatpants. I can't help it, I just don't feel right unless I'm wearing a belt." The sweater must be from a HYDRA vault. The turkey is insidious.
Sara Pezzini	Sara slips an arm back around Wade and maneuvers the two of them over to Cael, to form a sort of hug barrier. To get to Cael, you have to go through Sara and Wade... that's what friends and roommates are for, to protect the antisocial, don't touch me, where's the alcohol Cael.
Anthony Druid	Anthony Druid participates in the hug happily, embracing those who welcome it, respecting the boundaries of those who don't. He had once been the face of a campaign encouraging people to honor one another's personal spaces, but his face smiling over the phrase IT'S OKAY TO TOUCH seemed to get a negative reaction and the campaign was cancelled. "Personally, I think the sweater sets an excellent tone. The good Captain is a man of bold and decisive temperament. It only makes sense for him to wear something so...striking," he says. He gets some mulled wine for himself as well, offering up his cup in salute.
Bruce Banner	"Ah," Bruce forces a smile in response to Dr. Druid. He seems to pick up on the warmth though. "--you can say that again, doc." Bruce says, giving Steve another pat on the back. "...I appreciate it, Steve. Really. -- hopefully I didn't put *too* much cheese in the slow cooker. It's been a while." When Nadia slips in for the group hug, Bruce gradually reaches to pat Nadia on the shoulder. "So, uh, do you need a hand with anything? Believe it or not, I do know a thing or two about cooking."
Sam Wilson	Hugging. That's a thing that's happening right now. Sam is participating, because A. Steve started it, and as ever, Sam is his wingman and B. as a counselor he appreciates the value of human touch in social interactions. Though really, Sam is just easy-going in general. "Oh god, the mac and cheese!" he's reminded, and he pulls back from said group hug to make a mad dash for the kitchen.     His sister is never going to let him live this down.
Wade Wilson	Wade takes the wine with a smile and allows himself to be maneuvered by Sara. "Nice to see you too, Cael," he trades with the roomate of his (current) better half. These are people you hang out with on the reg?" he asks the two women.     "I mean... it's the freaking Avengers. Their like one of the big three. Next to Pixar and Star Wars." Wait what was he talking about. "It's a really big deal to be here with these sorts. I mean, I'm within speaking distance to four of the big guns. One bigger than he lets on..." A glance is given toward Bruce. He's fanboying hard right now, wine or no.
Wanda Maximoff	People giving out hugs freely don't cause considerable alarm in Wanda. She isn't leaping headfirst into offering them except if directly drawn in, but still resembling someone pretty comfortable with the goings on. An arm around Steve will be her conciliatory effort to improvise this Most American Greeting. They don't teach why Americans are so gregarious and physically affectionate in the Balkan homeland of her family. In for a moment, flitting off again. "The mulled wine is a success. Try the brandy, it's an Old World specialty." Rakia will also get someone very relaxed in alarming speeds when imbibed quick. Time for turkey? She lingers back comfortably within reach and not exactly out of reach. "It's still good a bit toasted, Sam!" she calls into the kitchen.
Sara Pezzini	Sara gets a huge grin on her face as Wade starts the fanboying. For most it was likely annoying, seriously what was he talking about? To Sara however, it was part of his charm. She was beginning to understand, at least in part, what it was that lead to his brain working that way. He could ramble on and on about these things and she would listen and attempt to follow, even if eighty percent of the time she had no idea what he was talking about. Tonight was no different. She understand the popularity of the Avengers, but not in the same way Wade saw it, and she was still okay with that. "I don't spend a great deal of time with them, no," she offers to him. "I've worked with many here, save him," she points to Druid. "And Dr. McCoy. I've never met Stark either, but I have offered my services to any of them, at any time they need it."
Cael Becker	"Uhh - I've hung out with Cap some," Cael confides in Wade. "But with Sam more. And Sara, obviously." She starts to relax a little with the pair in her proximity, even managing to get a more natural looking smile back into place. "I'll definitely try some brandy, though," she offers. Because really - drinking hard liquor //before// you eat is a //great// idea.     ...look. She has her roommate to drive her home, it's fine.     Her hands stay firmly wedged into her pockets for the moment, even as she slides out so she's more beside Sara and Wade - rather than behind them. Hopefully that little bit of body language does most of the heavy lifting when it comes to communicating her opinion of hugs with people she hardly knows.
Anthony Druid	Anthony Druid smiles and nods to Sara, "Yes, I'm afraid we've yet to cross paths. I'm afraid my media commitments often keep me busy, which is why I'm more of a reservist than a full time member of the team. I am happy to provide occult advice, psychiatric expertise, magickal spells and, of course, therapy and advice to those in need. My door is always open, albeit my office is often empty. I am also available on several therapy apps, although their rates are rather steep and I usually don't charge colleagues. Well. Most colleagues," he says with a smile.
Bruce Banner	Bruce seems to miss Wade's fanboying, for better or worse. Give him time, Wade. Bruce can only handle so many people at once. "Uh, everything okay, Sam?" he asks, trying to slip away from the group hug. In the back of his mind, Bruce imagines a smoke detector, and sprinklers, and a certain green gentleman making an appearance. Maybe he should stay out of the kitchen for now.
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	"Tony's pretty cool." Nadia offers as she makes her way back towards the kitchen, "Though yeah haven't seen much of him in awhile." From who knows where she has acquired a plasma cutter that she begins using to cut up the embiggened bird that has now perhaps quintupled in size. "Who wants turkey?!"
Wanda Maximoff	"I do," Wanda calls back. Where did that plasma cutter come from? A mystery. "Does that change the flavour any? I can imagine it cooking the meat while you use it," she comments to Nadia. Hard work, making enough to feed everyone, even if they all form a chain with a plate in hand. She checks out Steve's truly atrocious sweater, an active crime in action. A puzzled look blurs her smile slightly, staring past him for a bit.
Cael Becker	Strangely, Cael's gaze also goes just past Steve, landing on a similar point as Wanda's. Her eyes roll before she looks pointedly away, getting herself a little of the brandy. "I'll take some turkey. Hell, I'll take a bit of almost anything. It all smells good - Sam knows what he's doing. Either that, or his sister does," she remarks in a wry tone.     She takes a sip from the brandy - her smile broadening for a moment. The drink was good. With food being served, though, she starts to make her way towards the table - assuming everyone would soon be taking seats. "This isn't going to be one of those corny meals where we all go around the table and share 'what we're grateful for' is it?"     She's been through that tradition too many times, growing up.
Wade Wilson	Wade turns and only now seems to notice the giant fowl. "Holy... shit..." he says with disbelief. "I didn't realize the Avengers cooked dinosaurs. Is that even... I mean, is that legal?" he asks, turning to look at the cops he is aware of (Sara and Cael.)     He moves away from Sara, it's a slow and lingering thing but he manages it. "And... what are you cutting it with?" he asks. "Where can I get one?" he asks, admiring the plasma cutter.     As he moves to get a plate to make the line he meets gazes with Steve. He's vaguely aware that the connection between Captain America and Deadpool (himself) in this universe was stronger than any other he was aware of but... that was before he had his head caved in. The memories were fuzzy at best. "Umm... Steve.. I know we... things before... I..." Wade being awkward was a strange thing to witness. He clears his throat and tries again. "I just want to say... it was good while it lasted but... we go our separate ways, right?" Not hard feelings?" He sets his drink aside and offers the Man with A Plan his hand to shake.
Steve Rogers	Wade comes up to Steve. Cap looks the other man in the eye, his expression unreadable. He just nods once, smiling slightly. "Never any hard feelings, Wade." Wade gets a good firm handshake. It's a classic. When Wade moves on, Steve seems to zone out for a minute, flying down memory lane. He remembers his childhood, when he was very small. Holidays were never fantastic affairs, given the death of his father when he was young. There was never much, but the old neighborhood helped as they could. As he grew older and his mother passed away, there really wasn't much. He lived and survived, but it was never really fun, except hanging around with Bucky. Then the war started, and everyone knows that story. He seems to come back to himself with a bit of a start as Nadia starts lightsabering the turkey. "I'm sure a regular knife would have done the job, Nadia," he calls out, shaking his head. He smiles slightly at Wanda, his expression flickering back to baseline from maudlin. "I guess it's that time."In this portion of time, people fill their plates and make their way to the table. Steve tries and fails not to take the head of it. Steve refills on the wine and straightens his posture a bit, putting on a little bit of the Cap persona. Just a little, pressing the charisma out over the guy from Brooklyn. "So before we all eat ourselves into comas, I'd like to raise a toast. I know, the origins of the holiday are a bit ... troublesome in this day and age, but when has that stopped people from taking something back and making it better? What this time should be for is to remind us all what we're thankful for. I, for one, am thankful for all of you. I know we're all busy. We all have lives, jobs. Callings. Time is precious. I'm sure at least some of us here have already had a hard week and could be catching up on sleep now, but you're not. You chose to put time, effort and energy into making something, or even just coming here to spend time with the rest of us." He looks at everyone seated at the table in the eyes, one by one. His expression is warm and thoughtful, exuding kindness and friendship. It's not a Cap look, it's a Steve look. He raises his glass. "So in the spirit of giving thanks, let's toast. To friendships old and new, to families of blood and of choice. To those of us who couldn't make it, and to those no longer with us." He takes a long drink and sets his glass down. "Let's eat!"
Sara Pezzini	Sara let's Wade 'escape', she had been planning to do just that herself to go get a plate and get in line. She doesn't know about the past between Steve and Wade in this reality, or any other, but the way she sees it Wade is a grown man, he can take care of himself and there is a giant dinosaur turkey being carved by a lightsaber over there! Getting herself in line she watch Nadia carve or at least that's what it looks like she's watching, really she's watching Wade with Steve and some a little behind Steve that isn't there. A smirk touches her lips before she looks toward Cael to see if she is paying attention as well. Once she has a plate and a little of everything, she takes a seat at the table. "My mother would have insisted on a prayer," she comments. "Given the number of gods and goddesses out there I will instead say, thank you Steve and Sam."
Cael Becker	With her plate filled, Cael finds a seat near Sara. As Steve speaks, her hand slowly tightens on her glass of brandy - wishing she'd taken the time to refill it. "To friends and family," she echoes quietly, before draining the rest of her glass - her gaze flicking briefly to an empty space near Steve, before returning to her plate. She then starts to dig into her meal in silence, listening to any other chatter that may be happening around her.
Wade Wilson	Wade seems relieved with Steve's response and it's as if a physical weight is lifted from him. He manages to load up a plate full of fixings and sits on the opposite side of Sara as Cael. "I too want to thank our hosts, Steve, Sam. Thank you. I also want to give thanks to our Mouse God and Kevin Feige without whom this entire thing might have fallen into the deep and burned like a dumpster fire. Because Fox and Sony sure as hell weren't pulling their weight." Maybe Wade had had a bit too much to drink already. Or maybe he was just being Wade.