Open Birthday Post

[from_a_distance]

For most of Clint's life, his birthday has not been a very big deal to just about anybody. When he was really little, there were cupcakes, and sometimes games and once (he thinks) friends, but that didn't last long, and the group home was not big on birthdays, and in the circus nobody really cared, and since then...well, as you get older, birthdays just stop being as big of a deal.

At least, that's what he always tells himself. And that's why he never tells anybody when his birthday is. Doesn't matter anyway. It's just another year.

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[not_a_commie]

Bucky is good about figuring things out, he's good a remember dates too. He's not a terrible cook but the cake is lopsided which he tried make up for with extra layers of bright purple frosting and ridiculously green candy sprinkles shaped like dinosaurs.

They where the only ones he could find okay.

There is an envelope sitting next to the cake with a birthday card inside, and well two passes to Disneyland, neither of them had ever been. He hadn't be around for Bucky, and well Clint never got the chance. He figured it'd be a break and some much needed fun for both of them.