Waking up in the twentieth century had been a nightmare, but Bucky... Bucky stood in front of him, miracolously alive, and Steve couldn't help himself. Years of love never confessed, never expressed, overwhelmed him and he leaned down. Finally his lips--
It took Tony a moment to realize that the voice reading his words was not his own. He turned and found Steve, red-faced, looking over his shoulder.
“What the hell...” he asked, voice hoarse. “Fanfiction, Tony? About Bucky and me?”
Silence. And then:
“Fanfiction? Grandpa Steve knows bout fanfiction?” Tony asked, delighted.
Steve just became redder.