Steve and Open
Steve showed up. And he got there early enough to survive a few dozen selfies. That wasn't his favorite thing, but he also couldn't say no. There was no reason to. He knew how much people looked up to him.
He mingled like it was his job, never complaining, but wary because this was a Stark thrown party. He had no idea what he had up his sleeve, and he was also worried what Darcy was up to.
He finally sat down, a glass of lemonade in one hand, a plate of food on the table before him. He was content, though, because everyone looked happy. That was enough for him, really.