There was a puppy. There was a game of chicken or something going on, and there was Steve with barbeque in a cooler, and Bucky toting a bowl of pasta salad he'd whipped up when he'd gotten the invite. Okay, so it was from one of those packages that boasted it had bacon and ranch flavor, but still.
"So..." He said, striding in. "Party time? Hey Steve, Tony, people I've met online."