I do not own Captain America or The Avengers.

I do own Thursday night tickets to Endgame.

The World of Tomorrow

They had thought a flying car couldn't be beat.

"Holy cow."

Well, Bucky had.

Steve had snuck off to lie on his enlistment form.

Again.

Back a long time ago.

Back when the world made sense and Hitler was the bad guy and all the food was boiled and Steve was well, smaller.

Bucky had drug him to Howard Stark's Expo.

"Sometimes I think you like getting hit."

And he had brought . . .

"What'd you tell her about me?"

"Only the good stuff."

. . . girls along with them.

To The World of Tomorrow.

Complete with silver suits and automated displays.

And flying . . .

"Come on, Bucky!"

. . . cars.

And it had been the cat's meow.

A real gas, in fact.

But this . . .

Wow.

This was something else entirely.

Cavernous and smelling of technology and the future, the man out of time stood in the middle of Nick Fury's helicarrier in muted awe.

It was unlike anything he could have ever imagined.

Beyond his serum.

Beyond the Red Skull's technological terror.

And it was, if anyone had bothered to ask him, more than a little unnerving what mankind had managed to accomplish in just under three-quarters of a century.

And it was all gleaming and smooth and chrome.

Like his shield.

And floating.

"Where're we going, Buck?"

"The future."

No kidding.

He was grateful that the serum had, as well as other things, quelled his vertigo and motion sickness when it mutated him from a ninety pound bag of twigs into a well-oiled machine of a super soldier.

Otherwise, big, tough Captain America would have been puking his guts out on the deck of the helicarrier . . .

". . . boys."

Ma'am.

. . . before Natasha Romanoff could even have suggested heading below deck.

And he would not have been able to take in and process all this advancement and grandeur.

And he definitely wouldn't have been able to . . .

Bucky would have loved this.

. . . feel a bittersweet pull for the long lost past.

He really would have.

Thanks, Pinterest prompt, I didn't need my heart anymore anyway.

Bit of a writing jag here, gearing up for Endgame Thursday. I'm more than a little worried that whatever happens will render me unable to write for our heroes for a while.

*glares anxiously at the Russos*

So I'm getting in as much as I can now.

*chews nails, car tires, trees*

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