Chapter 4
Steve Rogers was restless.
Putting Bucky back into the ice was hard. Bucky was insistent that it was what he wanted and ultimately Steve had to respect his choice, but after having one friend ripped away from him he was hesitant to let go.
Wakanda was beautiful. The lush greenery made the air clean and crisp which complimented the technology of the same qualities. Everything seemed pure, no hubris to distract. Steve felt it calming after the bustle of New York. The others were having a harder time.
Wanda had taken to Clint quickly, spending as much time as she could with him. Clint liked everyone especially the new guy, Scott. Steve liked to think it was because they were practically the same person. Sam preferred him best which Steve relished in. After Bucky was put in ice and To- Sam was his closest friend.
Days were spent team-bonding. Steve was confident that there wasn’t any way he could have fixed or changed the events with the accords and how it played out, but it doesn’t mean that getting ripped away from their team by a piece of legislation hurts any less. Scott Lang was missing his child, but seemed to be coping better than Clint. Clint was spending his days trying to get a secure way to contact his family with Wanda trailing after him, trying to comfort him when inevitably the Wakandans refused to test their code against Stark code that was no doubt monitoring his wife’s calls.
Wakanda was peaceful but sad.
“Hunh.” Clint said from where he was absorbed in a tablet.
The living room they had gathered in was crisp and grey. The TV was turned on to the weather channel and everyone was gathered around it seeing as it was one of the few days where the sun disappeared and the rain came down in sheets. The lazy day was companionable and quiet.
“What is it?” Steve asked, setting down his sketchbook.
Clints eyes flitted upwards before returning to the device.
“Seems Tony joined twitter.”
Steve immediately tensed at Tony’s name but just ended up confused at the end.
“It’s a website right?”
Clint nodded returning to his tablet without another word.
Steve stared expectantly at him.
Clint huffed. “Do you want to see?”
Steve nodded, moving to join Clint on the couch. Curiously so did the rest of the team, hovering behind to see the screen.
Clint brought up the page explaining how the little check mark next to a picture of Tony taken by the press means it’s really him.
“So anything he wants to tell the world is called a ‘tweet.’ He can tweet pictures, videos, etcetera. So here this is the most recent one.”
Tony Stark @TonyStark
40 years and buying birthday presents never gets any easier.
Steve felt a strange rush. Months without knowing what was going on aside from what the local news reports and now he had a direct line to Tonys’ thoughts.
Clint scrolled down and Steves’ heart lurched.
There was a picture of Tony, curled up on the couch, dressed in a beige sweater he’d never seen Tony wear, completely asleep.
Tony Stark @TonyStark
Nap time! Curtesy of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! ;)
Everyone tensed at such a vulnerable image that the Tony Stark they know would never ever let anyone see, let alone the world.
Clint frowned and looked at the replies.
Neil Grays @NGIL
I like how he used to be all sex! Debauchery! Money! Now he’s just a tired old man.
Lyssa Burt @analyss54
My smol little superhero :’( he just wants to rest
Henry Abergine @auber8ine
Honestly I said the same thing fifteen years ago but if I had to pick a guy
Steve recoiled from the… strange responses from the public when Clint refreshed the page.
Tony Stark @TonyStark
From now on any tweet from Spider-Man will end in (SM)
Oran @heliog80
@TonyStark why doesn’t spiderman just get his own account?
Clint hummed, losing interest in the account and switching to the news. The rest of the team dispersed, shuffling off with vague comments of ‘attention-seeking’ and ‘where does he get his clothes?’ Steve left for his room, feeling strangely shaken by what he’d seen.
It wouldn’t be long before he would pick up a tablet himself and see just what exactly Tony had been sharing with the world.