He'd checked the invitation several times to make absolutely certain of the time.

Now, Steve Rogers has met Viatorus' family before. He knows what he's volunteered to get himself into. He's not sure all the tender loving care in the world will make his hand me down suit from Bucky nice enough for a Durant gathering, but he's sure done his best to make it so. It's been patched, properly cleaned and pressed, and hung well out of the way of the curious small animals who now share his apartment.

There's a knock at the door at precisely the asked upon time (and a quiet request of Lyall not to mention Steve had arrived five minutes early and waited outside until the right time) and upon being received a snow dusted Steve Rogers on Viatorus' doorstep all bundled up to shield himself and his freshly cleaned suit from the cold. He becomes an even smaller man when he removes his big hat, gloves, and long coat but his smile is no less bright.

"Good afternoon."