How quickly the mood changed, and Steve was blinking away tears of laughter, rubbing at his sore cheeks and shooting Tony a look he probably didn't see. How should he know if the windows opened? tony had bought the place after all. But being windows, chances were that they opened.
The crossed after him, lending his muscle to the task. Evidently they hadn't been opened in some time, and they were stiff, but not ridiculous air tight things like in most of the modern buildings.
The sounds of the fireworks could be heard much clearer now, and Steve's lips curled. Who would have thought something that was essentially a coloured and carefully controlled explosion like he might have seen in the war could be so much fun.
"You're missing the rest of the party," he pointed out gently.