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Marvel: Tomorrow Belongs to Me / A Partial Dictionary of the 21st Century / Indecent Proposal
morethansky wrote in amphhh
Tomorrow Belongs to Me by valtyr [Steve/Tony]
Steve wakes up in the 21st Century. He doesn't think much of it, and it's dubious about him. He meets a Norse God, joins a superhero team, and feels terribly awkward about the whole monument at Arlington he's rendered obsolete by not being dead. Meanwhile, Tony is trying to make his mark on history by being the man who finally drove Nick Fury over the edge.

A Partial Dictionary of the 21st Century by copperbadge [Steve/Tony]
Steve is adapting well to the new millennium, and he has the dictionary to prove it.

Steve loves his phone and treats it with the same respect he treats all his belongings: rubs it down with a polishing cloth every night, just like he does his shield, and takes the impact-proof case off for inspection once a week to make sure everything's in order. It always goes in the same pocket of his clothing, and once a month he plugs it into his computer and syncs it. He doesn't really understand what Syncing does, but he has a vague idea it has something to do with telephone hygiene.

Sometimes when he's out running, he'll call Tony on his bluetooth and Tony will put the call on speaker in the shop, and they'll talk to each other across miles and miles, without even having to hold a telephone in their hands.

Indecent Proposal by gyzym, Siria
On the plus side, marriage is bound to be easier than proposing.

Steve gapes at him. He looks, Tony thinks vaguely, not unlike a guppy—a slapped one at that. "You want to," Steve says slowly, after a long moment, enunciating each word carefully, "spend the rest of your life—"

"Well," Tony says, throwing his arms up in the air, "obviously, you don't keep trying to propose to someone because you're not stupid in love with them, Steve. But it never seems to work! There was a dog at the picnic! The tent smelled like wet dog, there is no romcom ever that's had someone propose successfully in a tent that smells of wet dog! And all I want to do is be with you, because I just, you're one of the best men I've ever met and for some unknown reason you've decided you want to wake up beside me every morning, and I think about you all the time, even when I'm with you. For you, I got to Brooklyn on a regular basis. For you I have voluntarily remembered a birthday, and I can get Pepper to sign an affidavit as to why that's a big deal. How am I supposed to adequately convey all of that if none of the fucking proposals work?!"