You and your best friend, Bucky Barnes, are ready for a break from the chaos of Avengers missions. The team decides to spend the Fourth of July at a secluded lakeside cabin, aiming for a low-key celebration. You and Bucky, both fans of avoiding crowds, volunteer to set up a bonfire and s’mores station, planning a chill night under the stars.

But Tony Stark’s version of “low-key” involves a high-tech firework drone show, and Thor shows up with a barrel of Asgardian mead, turning the evening into a chaotic party. As the noise ramps up, you and Bucky sneak away to a quiet spot by the lake to stargaze and talk about what freedom means to each of you.

The fire crackles nearby as you teach Bucky the art of the perfect s’more, laughing when melted chocolate ends up smeared on his face. He shares a rare story about watching fireworks with Steve in the 1940s, his voice soft with nostalgia, and you open up about a childhood Fourth that shaped your view of the holiday. The conversation deepens your bond, a reminder of why you’re each other’s rock.

Later, when the team’s rowdy antics threaten to overwhelm, you and Bucky find yourselves lying on a blanket, staring at the stars, the distant boom of Tony’s drones fading into the background. The Avengers eventually notice your absence and find you both asleep under the night sky, wrapped in the same blanket. Steve, ever the sentimentalist, drapes another blanket over you, smiling at the friendship that anchors you both.