The Witter's Halloween party turned out great. Of course, there were assortments of pastries, with a couple healthy items that Kate had snuck in. Since Halloween isn't Halloween without candy, there were bowls full at every wall and corner of the recreation hall. Steve wasn't able to get drunk, and Kiera wasn't allowed to touch a bottle, a rule which Kiera and Lindsay scowled at over their red cups of red punch.

The girls found company with Lindsay's social circle from school. The boys recognized Kiera as the prettiest in the picture, and Kiera played her part as Peggy to warn them off. She wasn't too cold with them, as ultimately she accepted a dance with one of the boys, which Steve noticed. He watched over his pretend little sister like a real older brother. Alan Witter saw Steve being all broody and lonesome, and made his way over to chat.

"Tired of the party, old man!" He landed a hard pat on Steve's shoulder.

The name made the WWII vet chuckle.

"No, no! I'm having fun. Been a long time since, actually. Taking a break, is all," Steve was honest.

Alan stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve, and they both saw the same view.

"Your sister's fit in great!" Alan noticed.

"Yeah, she does that. Sees the best in everyone."

Alan caught the subtlety in his comment.

"Hey, if you ever have boy trouble, you let me know. I'm, well, Katie and I are part of the PTA. Though I don't doubt for a second you couldn't handle it yourself."

"Actually, I think Kiera can take care of herself all her own pretty well!" He took a sip and smiled at his sister as she saw him.

"Yes she can! And that leaves you with no excuse what so ever!"

"For what?" Steve failed to catch on.

"Come on! A chap like you, single? I just can't see it."

"Didn't think I was anyone's type."

"What? You gonna hold on to that till you're 70?" Alan intended that as a joke, but it struck Steve close.

"You know what, maybe 70 years is a little too late," Steve told Alan, from experience, then took a swig of his bottle.

"Exactly! My man, I've got every single girl coworker of mine asking for your number!" Alan cheered him on.

"You didn't actually give it to them, did you!" Steve joined the conversation.

"Buddy, I can do you one better. I'm gonna be your wing man tonight!" Alan swung an arm over Steve's neck and led him to the floor.

"Al, really," Steve tried to resist, failing in his attempt.

"No, seriously. Now hurry up before Kate catches us!"

By the end of the night, both Steve and Kiera had landed a couple phone numbers, taken a lot of photos, and stuffed themselves till thanksgiving. The trio-consisting of Steve's captain America, Sam's howling commando, and Kiera's Peggy Carter- came second in the costume competition, loosing first place to an old man dressed as a mesh of Hugh Hefner and Larry King. Kate Witter took their photo and uploaded it on her blog from a neighborhood in Washington D.C, and it was immediately registered by an A.I. in upstate New York.

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