The blond woman turned around, “J…Jessica?” Sam questioned. “Hey Sammy.” She told him, he couldn’t believe it, she was alive. “H-how are here?” He asked her. She stood up and walked towards him, he slowly put his gun and guard down.
She was just centimeters away from his face, and she smiled. He smiled, and within a flash, she headbutted him and he was knocked out. “I’ve got him.” She said through the com. “Get him back here, we’ve got a few questions for him.” Phil told her.
Imagine the Avengers/Bucky's/Sam's reactions to Steve obsessively listening to certain modern-day songs/singing along.
“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Sam
cries, yelling at JARVIS to turn down the volume. “This is, like, the millionth
time today that you’ve played this goddamn song.”
“Check this out,”
Steve replies excitedly. He hands Sam his laptop and presses play. An expertly
edited video of Natasha, Maria, Wanda, May, Skye, and Bobbi starts to roll. The
low tones of Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood
ring through JARVIS’ audio system.
Sam watches and his
jaw drops lower and lower.
“Holy shit, Steve,”
he says, handing Steve his laptop. “Did you really do that?”
replies, the tips of his ears turning pink. “I heard the song and immediately
wanted to make this. I’m gonna give it to Nat for her birthday. At least…what I
think…is her birthday.”
Sam chuckles. “She’ll
love it, man. I can’t wait for you to show her.”
“Me neither. I love
al the different ways to express artistic visions in this century. Pencils and
drawing will always be my go to, but I’d love to learn how to do digital
drawing, and also this was so fun.”
“That sounds great,
Steve. I’m glad you’re finding a hobby that’s not knocking people out with your
Steve pokes his
tongue out at Sam. “Watch yourself, Wilson, or you’ll see me and my shield running laps around you.”