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Steve Rogers was in London. Not for a mission, though it was incredibly important. He was going to his dear old friend Daisy's birthday with Bucky.
They had met during the war and despite their different upbringings and lives, they'd bonded. Daisy had seen right through Steve. She knew he looked at Bucky a little too often, with a bit too much longing. She was an exquisite spy and detective after all. Of course she could. Though this she knew because she was the same as him. She gave Amina the same looks. Love, longing, adoration. It was all there.
So she and Steve had formed a close friendship. They exchanged letters and saw each other whenever the war had their paths cross until Steve went into the ice.
Daisy was the first person who recognised Steve outside of Shield. Who knew he was the real Captain America, not an actor or a modern replacement as Shield had tried to convince people initially. No one could fool Daisy Wells. She'd written to Steve immediately and bought him a plane ticket, insisting he flew to London to see her. It was like no time had passed even though she had clearly aged physically. Their friendship was as good and as wonderful as before. And this time they didn't have the burden of war hanging over them.
Steve went to her wedding when she and Amina could finally marry and she supported him when he found out Bucky was alive. She supported Bucky, too, in every way she could.
He and Bucky arrived at Daisy's home and rang the doorbell. A young woman opened the door and told them Daisy had been expecting them. She led them to a sitting room where Daisy, Amina and Hazel were having tea.
Daisy lit up when she spotted them. "Oh my favorite American boys," she said. "Come give me a hug."
Steve and Bucky did, of course.
"Happy birthday," Steve said with a smile.
"102," Daisy said proudly. "I told everyone I would grow this old."
"That you did, my love," Amina said fondly.
Everyone chuckled.
They had a wonderful time at Daisy's birthday celebration. They all shared stories from the past, incredible cases that they had worked on, things they had seen and experienced. It was lovely.
Steve hoped Daisy would be around for many more birthdays. She was a great friend to him and a wise, wonderful person. The world couldn't lose its greatest detective yet.
"Have you told him yet, Steve?" Daisy asked when they had a moment of privacy.
"I haven't," Steve said. "I can't risk it."
"Love is always worth the risk," Daisy said. "And… he looks at you the way you look at him. When he thinks no one is looking."
"But nothing gets past you," Steve replied.
"Of course not," Daisy said with a grin. "I'm Daisy Wells." She paused. "Tell him, will you? I'm getting older and I want to come to your wedding, too."
"Okay," Steve gave in. "I will."
Daisy smiled at him and hugged him. Steve would keep his promise, later when he and Bucky were home again. For now, he'd continue to have a good time with his friend. She would only turn 102 once after all.