“I am, my gift to ya, ya done plenty ‘nough for me, so ya deserve a little something~”
Chris beamed brightly to Fury, cheeks flushed as he warmed at the sight of that sweet face when his cheeks bunched up. Jeeze, for someone as rough as Fury, he looked too cute at times…
“Try a bottle if ya want! Celebrate ya birthday like it’s ya last!”
“Aw, but... I dunno, I couldn’t just leave you out in the cold shivering like a dog, you know? Besides, you met me at a very... Well, complicated part of my life, and I should be thanking you for sticking around.”
It was true, Fury’s face wasn’t the only thing that had changed in the years they’d known each other- he’d grown from being violent and bitchy to violent, bitchy and a lot more mellow when it came to bonding with others. It felt about as good for him as it did for others.
“For all we know, it might be,” he replied with a wink, picking out the bottle of vodka. Ironic, he thought. “Alright, let’s kill this baby.”