Laughter filled the air and glasses clinked throughout the Tower. Nat, Steve, Sam, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Clint, and James had all decided to throw you a birthday party—a much-needed chance for everyone to relax and have some fun.

Even though you told them it wasn’t necessary, they insisted.

As the laughs and playful banter continued, the team started handing you a few gifts. Each one was thoughtful—Nat gave you something practical but meaningful, Steve’s was vintage and heartfelt, and Tony had even designed a brand-new suit for you. Sleek, functional, and totally your style—you loved it.

You were then handed another box and opened it with a smile. Inside, you saw what looked like a black leather belt—maybe something to go with the new suit?

“Aww, thanks, guys,” you said, trying to fasten it. But after a moment, you frowned, noticing all the tiny notches. “I’m flattered whoever got this thinks I’m this tiny, but… my waist isn’t that small.”

Some of the group exchanged knowing smirks, while others looked just as confused as you.

That was when James casually strolled by, grabbing a beer from the counter.

“But your wrists are,” he said coolly, taking a sip.

Your eyes widened as the room fell silent—then a few people who clearly knew started snickering. You felt your cheeks flush as you looked over at James, who gave you a smug little wink.

And just like that, you knew exactly who the gift was from.