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1. Steve caught on to the technology of the 21st century fast.
Like, scarily fast. Two days after he was unfrozen, he’d figured out how to work his StarkPhone and had already mastered texting. When the Avengers were called to assemble against Loki, he’d figured out how holograms worked and was quickly learning about the new satellite and guidance systems that the military used. And by the time Tony invited the team to live in Stark Tower, Steve was an expert in social media.
“Are you… are you Instagramming?” Tony accused. Steve shrugged, thumbs flying across the keyboard. “Did you just put a picture of me on Instagram?”
“It’s not as if your face hasn’t been on the Internet before,” Steve grinned.
“Do you even know how camera phones work? Weren’t cameras in your day like, thirty pounds?”
“Don’t exaggerate, Tony.”
“Seriously, how do you know how this works? Shouldn’t your nonagenarian brain be short-circuiting over instant pictures and tiny letters on a glowing screen?”
Natasha glanced up from her book and graced Steve with a smile when he lifted his phone up to take a picture of her. “Stop making fun of him,” she said to Tony sternly.
“How can you not?” Tony insisted. “It’s like watching someone’s grandpa try to work Google.”
Natasha’s phone buzzed, and she grinned at whatever was on it. “You may want to rethink that,” she said. Tony glanced over her shoulder and saw a picture on Steve’s Instagram of himself, waving his hands and talking animatedly, captioned with ‘#oldmanyellsatcloud’.
“Is that a fucking Simpsons reference?”