New Fic: Constant
Dec. 18th, 2016 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackwabbitConstant
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Rated: G
Category: Double Drabble. Gen. Cap/Steve Focus.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: So much had changed for Steve. He was just glad this one thing remained the same.
Note: Written for the random word prompt of “motorcycle.”
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Steve did pretty well most days.
He’d learned to text and he loved that he could watch baseball whenever he wanted, especially given his lifestyle. On demand was fantastic. He liked digital books and portable music. He liked a lot of things about the twenty-first century.
Still, sometimes he missed the scratchy sounds of a radio. He missed telephone operators and real, live people on the line. He missed newspapers. And he still didn’t understand why the Dodgers weren’t in Brooklyn.
Some days, he just missed everything.
Today was one of those days.
Tony, to his credit, noticed. He handed Steve some fancy new gadget in hopes of distracting him, but Steve refused it and headed down the garage
Because only one thing would do when it got like this.
Steve pulled the cover off his cure and grinned.
Because while so much had changed, this remained the same.
Everything still worked the same way, and it still felt the same too.
It had taken some time to find the right one, but now that he had, Steve was nothing but grateful.
As moment later, as he sped down the road, he had only one thought:
Thank God for motorcycles.
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Rated: G
Category: Double Drabble. Gen. Cap/Steve Focus.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: So much had changed for Steve. He was just glad this one thing remained the same.
Note: Written for the random word prompt of “motorcycle.”
---
Steve did pretty well most days.
He’d learned to text and he loved that he could watch baseball whenever he wanted, especially given his lifestyle. On demand was fantastic. He liked digital books and portable music. He liked a lot of things about the twenty-first century.
Still, sometimes he missed the scratchy sounds of a radio. He missed telephone operators and real, live people on the line. He missed newspapers. And he still didn’t understand why the Dodgers weren’t in Brooklyn.
Some days, he just missed everything.
Today was one of those days.
Tony, to his credit, noticed. He handed Steve some fancy new gadget in hopes of distracting him, but Steve refused it and headed down the garage
Because only one thing would do when it got like this.
Steve pulled the cover off his cure and grinned.
Because while so much had changed, this remained the same.
Everything still worked the same way, and it still felt the same too.
It had taken some time to find the right one, but now that he had, Steve was nothing but grateful.
As moment later, as he sped down the road, he had only one thought:
Thank God for motorcycles.
