Hope you enjoy (I know it's not Tuesday, but I had to update something)
Also, I am so sorry. My copy and paste screwed up so 23 of you got to read a Solangelo chapter.
Fez.
Steve's new phone buzzed on his bedside table, and he rolled over ungracefully, groaning.
This was the first day he had had a day off in a month or so, if it was Tony calling him to say some dude with a load of mutated rats, who wanted to take over the city and then the world (the antics of the last 'off' day) he was sure as hell not going in.
Or downstairs, because he lived in the Avenger Tower now, with Bucky, who was recovering mentally, and even remembering some memories.
Through bleary eyes he could see the lit up numbers of his clock.
3:14 in the morning.
He was going to kill Tony, and go straight back to bed.
But to his immense relief, he squinted at the light of his phone.
It was only Natasha, her text preview saying 'STEVE! YOU GOTTA-' before cutting off.
Steve groaned again and slowly sat up, unlocking his phone and reading the full text.
There was a sleepy grunt behind him, and he turned to see Bucky yawning, his metal arm twisted in the sheets. Despite his tired expression, his eyes were wide awake, looking at Steve with a mixture of concern and love.
"It's nothing," Steve whispered, reaching over to stroke his boyfriend's forehead, brushing his long hair out of the way. "Go back to sleep."
Bucky closed his eyes and curled closer to Steve, skin and blood hand clinging to his leg while his metal arm was placed uncomfortably behind him. Bucky didn't like the reminder of his assassin days, and tried to keep it out of sight as much as possible.
Steve leaned back, into Bucky, who made a snuffling noise and fell into a deeper sleep.
Opening the text from Natasha, he read it with trepid anticipation.
"STEVE! YOU GOTTA GO ONTO TONY'S FACEBOOK! YOU WERE SO DAMN CUTE!"
Steve frowned and carefully clicked onto the blue F on his phone screen. Natasha had helpfully put each app into separate folders with the app name for the title.
Immediately, his notifications blew up past 1000,000+ likes, tags and reblogs.
Wincing he clicked in the first picture that came up.
Natasha had reposted it, from Tony Stark, with an added comment basically summarising what her text said. While the picture loaded, he caught sight of the favourites. Way over a hundred thousand.
When it loaded, he groaned and dropped his phone into the sheets.
One of Bucky's arms slid around his waist and Steve held the phone up so he could see.
The first picture was of Steve, on the days before the serum, dressed in a army jacket, looking into the camera with a confused expression.
Steve could remember that day. An officer had thrust a massive jacket at him, and when he'd put it on, it had itched and fell far past his hands.
And the one under it... There was a quiet whistle from Bucky over his shoulder and Steve nudged him with his shoulder.
It had been taken right after the serum had been put in him, he was still in the machine, sweat glistening on his muscles, his bulging, athlete /body builder/steroid addicted muscles.
Underneath, in block capitals, it read 'TRANSFORMATION TUESDAY'
He was going to kill Tony and then find all pictures of pre-serum him and burn them.
And then go straight back to sleep.