A/N: Again, this is based on a prompt on avengerkink about Bruce and Tony being just as out of touch about current pop culture as Steve is. It's a fun and silly thing to think about. And I added Bucky in there because, well, Bucky.

Disclaimer: All credit for the idea goes to the prompter on avengerkink, I'm just fleshing their idea out into an actual story.

Steve was having a good morning. He had gone for an early run with Sam, had breakfast, and then hit the gym for a few hours. And since no one else seemed to be up yet, he was going to savor the peace and quiet and sketch out on the balcony for awhile.

But as he headed up the main hallway, Tony was passing by in the opposite direction, muttering some sort of equation under his breath. The genius was so deep in thought that he would have walked into the wall if Steve hadn't steered him back into the middle of the hallway.

"Oh, hey, Cap," Tony said, looking at him in surprise. "Any idea where young Luke Skywalker's run off to?"

"Who?"

"Bucky. You know, 'cause of the arm."

Steve stared at him blankly.

"Oh my god. He's from Star Wars. I can't believe you haven't seen any of the movies yet. I told you to see them like nine times and I don't know why you think I'm somehow misleading you and-"

"Relax," Steve said. "I put Star Wars on my list. Just haven't gotten the time to see it yet."

Tony huffed. "Sometimes I think you're just making a list of all the things you're planning on never seeing. Because every time I tell you about something cool, you put it on the list and then never get to it."

"That's not true."

"Uh-huh. Sure it isn't. Jarvis, play Cap the 'put it on the list' compilation."

Jarvis brought up a holographic screen and began playing various moments when the team had suggested pop culture events Steve needed to check out. And Steve watched himself scribble item after item on the list without really crossing any of the others off.

After the twelfth scene, Steve conceded defeat. Maybe he did do a better job of making the list of things to experience than actually experiencing them.

"And now for the remix," Tony declared. "Hit it, J."

Steve frowned as the footage distorted and his voice became deeper, the words stretched into something almost unintelligible. And then there was weird electronic wails and a heavy drumbeat over the whole thing.

"Uh, Tony? I think the video's broken," he said hesitantly.

"Nah, it's supposed to sound like this," Tony said cheerfully.

Natasha marched through the image, brandishing a wooden spoon. "What is that hideous noise?" she demanded. "I can hear it all the way from the kitchen."

"Dubstep," Tony said. "Over Steve's vocals. Pretty awesome, right?"

"No," Natasha said. "It was terrible in 2003 and it's terrible now. Turn it off."

With a sigh, Tony gestured for Jarvis to cut the video.

Steve blinked in the sudden silence. He hadn't realized how loud the "music" had been until he couldn't hear it anymore. "Wow," he said. "Is this actually popular music?"

"Not really," Natasha said. "I don't think it's ever been that popular, but it was a lot more popular when the whole dubstep genre started in the late nineties, early 2000's." She gave Tony a scornful look. "He's still stuck in the past."

"I am not," Tony protested.

"Oh really? I don't recall a single movie or TV show you recommended to Steve from the last decade."

"Because those are classics. He needs to see them before he sees anything else. The Godfather is up there on the list of the American Film Institute's top 100 movies. And so is Star Wars."

"I'll give you a pass on Star Wars," Natasha said. "Steve does need to have some background if you want to show him the new movie."

"You're not talking about the terrible prequel, are you?"

"Prequels," Natasha said. "And, no."

Tony waved a hand dismissively. "Still not as good as the original. Didn't feel a damn thing for any of the characters. They were just a bunch of random people."

Natasha's eyes sparkled. "You know, the movie coming out this year is supposed to bring all the old characters back. Luke, Leia, Han."

Tony lit up. "They're making a new movie? That's awesome. Let me know when it's coming out so I can arrange for us us all to have a private screening. Because there's nothing like seeing Star Wars on the big screen." He sighed happily. "I remember back when the first movie came out. God damn, it was glorious. Han was always my favorite character of course. A lovable scamp with roguish good looks. Just like me."

Natasha snorted.

"Seriously," Tony said. "If I had to be anybody in the entire franchise, I would be Han. And naturally, Pepper would be Leia."

"You're certainly giving Pepper a good role in this hypothetical casting," Natasha said with a smirk. "Are you in the doghouse this week?"

"Uh, no. It's because Leia is Han's love interest and if I'm Han, Pepper would have to be my love interest. Canonically speaking, of course," he said, waggling his eyebrow. "Unless we want to explore the far galaxies of what-ifs and have Han and Leia eventually breaking up and Han turning to his old buddy Chewie for comfort."

"That's disgusting," she said. "But why am I not surprised?" She shook her head. "I'm only surprised you didn't make yourself Luke Skywalker. Because you seem to think you're the only one who can really save the world all the time."

"Hell no. Bucky's Luke. Which would make him Pepper's brother, weirdly." Tony frowned thoughtfully. "Yeah, that would be kind of weird. But anyway, like I was telling Steve, it works because both of them lost an...oh shit, Bucky's new arm. I have to get back down to the lab before the thing explodes."

"Explodes?" Steve asked with alarm.

"No time to explain," Tony said as he jogged backwards towards the elevator. "Science!" And then he took off into a full run.

Steve sighed heavily and flicked his gaze upwards. "Okay, Buck, coast's clear. Come on down."

There was a scraping noise overhead and then Bucky poked his head out of the airduct. "Aw. How did you even know I was up there?"

"I could hear you snickering," Steve said.

Bucky dropped down into the hallway. "Damn your super hearing. But how did you know it wasn't Clint?"

"Because you're the only one who still giggles like a maniac every time Tony so much as breathes."

"I can't help it. He's hilarious." Bucky grinned and elbowed Steve in the side. "He's told me a few stories of all the crazy shit you guys got into without me."

Steve slung an arm over Bucky's shoulder. "Speaking of crazy shit, you want to tell me why Tony's building you an explosive arm?"

Bucky scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Tony may have gotten the idea from Tekken. There's a cyborg guy in the game that shoots his fist at people. And Tony thought it would be an awesome upgrade for my arm."

Steve shook his head. "Of course he did. I don't think he's slept the past few days. Everything probably sounds awesome to him by now."

"He's a walking lab accident," Natasha agreed.

"He should be sleeping," Steve said. "Not playing videogames."

Bucky shrugged. "Videogames are awesome. He's got a PS2 set up in the lab and every time I come down to visit-"

"A PS2," Natasha interrupted. "Really?"

"Why?" Bucky asked warily. "Is there something wrong with it?"

"We're up to the PS4 now. But Tony probably has no idea." Natasha shook her head. "I didn't realize how bad it had gotten. We're going to have to drag him out of his cave and reacquaint him with modern society."