Angie is Youtube Famous
Steve heaved a sigh when Tony burst into his private gym. Stark, obnoxious as he could be, usually knew enough to leave Steve to his workouts. Losing his boxing gloves and wiping a hand over his forehead, Steve prepared for the oncoming frustration. “Something I can help you with, Tony?”
Striding across the room, Tony thrust a tablet into Steve’s face. “Look at this.”
Steve, still learning what the hell these things were, listened anyway, lips curving in a slight smile. “It’s Angie.” More specifically, Angie’s Youtube channel. “I know how you hate to be without something fancy and electronic for more than two minutes, but she does live here. If you want to see her, just head over to the other side of the Tower.”
“Too many things wrong with that statement. A, I’ve been known to go without technology for up to ten minutes during emergency situations. B, Peggy told me I wasn’t allowed to visit Angie anymore, despite the fact that this is my mansion. And three, how is it that you managed to be in a place where your girlfriend can order me away from your other girlfriend? How does that happen for a guy like you?”
“If I make something up, will you stop asking that question?”
“Never. Look, pay attention, Rogers, we’ve got a crisis on our hands. The girlfriend with the golden voice? Her latest video got twice as many views as the footage of us battling a sea monster in the Hudson.”
“And?”
“And, Angie and her cover songs are getting more press than me. That scenario is not part of the natural order of the universe.”
“And sea monsters are?”
“That tentacle Thor took home as a trophy says yes, yes they are. This,” he indicated the tablet, “this is something else.”
Grabbing a towel from the rack nearby, Steve patted the back of his neck and left the gym, Tony trailing him. “So you’re jealous. That’s the crisis.”
“Perhaps crisis was a strong word. I just, I think we should talk about this. How often do you and Peggy rewatch Angie’s videos?”
“More than we watch anything starring you.” The truth, but maybe not all of it. The thing was, Angie was a damn good singer. He’d think that even if he wasn’t…with her. And maybe he and Peggy both liked to hear her voice when they were gone on long missions. Or when they were both at SHIELD headquarters during a slow day.
Dammit, he wore headphones and kept the sound low, and wasn’t every other agent he passed updating their Facebook status?
“What if she’s a siren?”
Steve, halfway down a flight of stairs, stopped walking. “What?”
“A siren. You know, magically beautiful voice with—”
“I know what a siren is, and Angie isn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because they don’t exist.”
“Thor says they do.”
Steve had resumed walking, but froze again, three steps above the landing. “Really?”
“Yes! And you know he’s the guy to talk to about mythical creatures. Also, he thinks I could be right.”
Steve frowned. He’d caught Thor browsing Angie’s site on more than one occasion. “No.”
“No?”
“No, you’re not running tests to see if Angie’s a siren.”
Tony’s face fell, but only for a moment. “So I won’t test her. Let Bruce do it. She likes Bruce, and Bruce likes her. And her voice. I found him listening to her stuff in the lab. I think if we played it during one of his angry moments, it might actually get rid of Big, Green and Angry. Soothe him, you know, like a lullaby. Though I’m not in a hurry to test that particular theory, Remember what a mess the east wing was after last time? My college graduation party on steroids. Still, it’s something to keep in mind.”
Steve continued his descent. He wasn’t going to tell Tony that he’d found Clint listening to one of Angie’s songs during his latest round of archery practice. “Leave it alone, Tony.”
“Fine, we’ll put a pin in the siren theory. What if she’s a mutant?”
“Good God.”
“What, it’s not like it would matter. Just be a good thing to know. I know a guy in Westchester who can check for that.”
Again, Steve stopped walking, turning to Tony. “Tell you what. If it means that much to you, talk to Peggy, see what she has to say.”
“I did, she didn’t say anything.” Tony brushed his cheek with the hand not holding the tablet. “See this? A full pound of cover-up. I had to ask Natasha to help hide the evidence of your girlfriend’s assault on my body.”
Steve smirked. “I’m surprised Nat agreed to help you with your makeup.”
“She went out of her way to poke at the swelling while she did it. And, side note, she had Angie’s page open on her laptop when I came in.”
Shrugging, Steve grabbed the tablet away from Tony, smiling as he studied Angie’s face in high definition. “What can I tell you, Tony? Angie’s been charming people since before you were born. Not even Iron Man and sea monsters can top that.”
Tony snatched back his tablet and walked away, muttering about how the mutant theory warranted further investigation.