Steve & Open
Steve should have known better, but he could not help but arrive precisely on time. As one of the first people at the event. It had not been his idea to come, but the SHIELD therapist he saw once a week recommended that it might be good for him to get out and do something in the 'real' world, and so here he was, though he was not all that certain there was anything real to all of this. With each step he took onto the grounds he was overwhelmed by the visual spectacle and showcase of wealth he could not have possibly imagined.
But he was here none the less, wearing the only costume he could think of putting on from one of his favorite horror films as a young man. Dracula. 1931. Bela Legosi. He had actually kind of looked forward to putting everything on, but now that he was here amongst people and costumes he could not hope to identify he began to miss the solitude of his quarters back on the helicarrier.
"One step at a time, soldier", he said to himself as he wandered in.