I made a donation! Steve is really excited about space and the idea of exploring the universe.
(Setting this in the comic book universe, because it’s fun, but also moving it up a little timewise :D)
Two weeks after the Avengers pulled Steve out of the ice, he stormed into Tony Stark’s office.
“We went to SPACE?” Steve demanded.
Tony looked up, saw the expression on his face, and set his paperwork aside.
“Yuri Gagarin, 1961, first man in space,” Steve read from the book in his hand. “1969, America lands a man on the moon. 1998, the International Space Station begins construction; the first residential crew arrives in 2000. 2004, Spirit Exploration Rover lands on Mars. We went to space?”
“Sure. Are still going, though not at the rate we used to be,” Tony said, leaning back in his chair.
“Why didn’t you tell me this the minute I woke up?” Steve asked excitedly.
“Captain, of the millions of wonders of the twentieth century, it didn’t occur to me that space is what you’d be a nerd about,” Tony replied.
“Have we met aliens yet?” Steve asked. “Google seems untrustworthy when it comes to aliens.”
“Not yet,” Tony allowed.
“Is Stark Industries working on space exploration?”
Tony cocked his head. “Not directly. I’ve been thinking about it, but Elon Musk really wanted to take the first stab at private space tourism.”
“But what about Iron Man?”
“The suit’s not space-safe yet. Why? Want me to build you one?” Tony joked.
“Would you? A space suit that would take me to the moon?” Steve asked. “Or – or Mars?”
“Calm down, Space Cowboy,” Tony said, laughing. “I can’t build you a suit that’ll get you to Mars, but I could build you a rocket. It’s a long journey, at least a year to get there and back, realistically more like two. But if you want to go, I can put R&D on it. You’re the most likely to survive, honestly.”
“You’d do that for me?” Steve asked.
“Well, for you and for the good of all mankind,” Tony said.
“I – well, maybe let’s start with the ISS,” Steve replied. “If it’s not a bother.”
“I’ll call NASA,” Tony replied. “Can I tell them it’s a request from Captain America?”
Steve drew himself up, chest puffing out. “You can tell them I’d find it a personal honor to serve the space program.”
“Nerd,” Tony said, holding the phone to his ear. “Stick around, they’ll probably want to ask you your measurements for a flight suit.”