Steve trips and falls on his face in front of the Avengers. Someone will help pick him up, though, right?
“He’s beauty, he’s grace, he’s fallen on his face.” Tony smiled.
“I thought he was Mr. United States?” Clint added.
Steve could hear Sam and Natasha giggling somewhere behind him. He didn’t want to turn over and see them gloating. He hadn’t hurt anything more than his pride. In front of a large crowd. And cameras there for a public appearance while all the Avengers were in their gear.
He’d tripped on the edge of Thor’s cape. Or maybe it was the end of Clint’s bow. Or the toe of Tony’s suit. He didn’t know.
Thor’s hand came into view and Steve grasped it. Thor hauled him to his feet. And then over his head.
“To lift such a National Treasure, I must truly be worthy!” He managed before cracking himself up laughing.
“Oh my god, Thor’s been listening to me.” Tony’s delight was at odds with the stoic face plate of his suit.
“This is the best day ever.” Sam was beaming. Cameras were flashing. It was only a moment or two more, and then Steve was laughing, too.