Bucky versus the iPod
"Barton gave it to me," he explains as Bucky scrolls through the list of artists, frowning. "I still don't like to run with it, but it's interesting for podcasts and--"
"Pod-what? Is that anything to do with pod people?"
"Don't be an old man," Steve says easily. "It's basically episodes of radio shows."
"Why are you explaining this to me?" Bucky wags the iPod in his left hand. "I'm more high-tech than you could ever dream of." When Steve hesitates, he grins. "I get to make those jokes forever, come on."
Steve manages a laugh. "Anyway, there's some good music on there. Some surprises."
Bucky's already found the Most Played list. He frowns at one name. "Neko Case?"
Steve shrugs. "If I'm Captain America, apparently I should be listening to more Americana."
A snort. "What, are you saying there's more to the U.S. than Brooklyn? I don't believe it." Bucky pops one earbud in; a room-filling voice buzzes tinnily from the dangling speaker. Old John the Baptist, Old John divine, leather harness 'round his line... "This is old-timey," Bucky says approvingly. "Everything old is new again."
"Give Tom Waits a try, I bet you'll like him."
"Will I?"
"Mm. And Mariah Carey. She's very gritty and real."
Bucky gives him a skeptical look. "Now you're just playing with me."
"What, me?" Steve holds up his palms. "Try shuffle if you don't believe me. Just remember they're Barton's songs, not mine."