"Tony," Steve set the tablet aside, and rose to his feet. "This is wonderful. Thank you."
"Not a problem. Just, uh, you be careful out there."
"Nick came and talked to me about the Internet," Steve picked up the tablet again, turned it over and traced his fingers over the engraving. "They've blocked some stuff for now, and he asked me not to get round it. Says it's for my own good."
"Yeah." Tony sat down on the bed, and Steve sat next to him. "Not that you can't handle it, but hey, one step at a time, right? So, uh."
"Do you have a Facebook?" Steve tilted the screen towards him. "I found some fanpages, but - "
"No, I don't have that kind of time. I have a Twitter, but - better not, while you're still supposed to be secret. I mostly use it to argue with geeks."
Istenem, ez az utolsó, mintha én írtam volna:D Itt röhögök, mint egy hülye.
Steve/Tony Nem a legkidolgozottabb sztori és nem is jutottam még sokáig vele, de amolyan egynek jó. Legalábbis eddig ez a véleményem. Steve aranyos, tudatlan macis, de a háború füstje a bőrébe ivódott. Tony pedig kicsit felszínes, az író a karakterének csak egy részét ragadta meg, de törődik Stevvel, szóval... még nem végeztem vele.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/325839