Wings, shadowy things made of grey sweeps of a brush, sprouted from the form in the middle of the page.
Steve tilted his head and played the security footage Jarvis had pulled up from a store in New Mexico that he had found for him. Steve paused it as the figure he was watching vaulted off the shelves.
The figure was in motion, dynamic in the way that athletes were, suitcoat flaring out behind him.
He tilted his head as a new song started to play from the speakers strewn throughout his flat. A faint smile slid its way slowly over his face and he nodded his head to let Jarvis know that he approved. It was bouncy and old and new, all at the same time.
Steve stepped back from the canvas that Jarvis was using as an interface for his art program, looking at the image that he had digitally painted, projected in blues on it. Two feet away, in true color, was the same image pulled up on an actual monitor.
Steve cleared the footage that hovered in the air with a handwave even as he tucked his stylus in the tray that the eastel had. "Save that, Jarvis, please?"
"Under where, Captain?"
Steve's smile turned indulgent. He still hadn't been able to get the AI to call him 'Steve', and the time that Jarvis had called him 'Mr. Rogers' around Clint had been a disaster.
(Steve was pretty sure that Jarvis had done it on purpose, since he had waited until all the Avengers were present to call him that, and then played innocent when Clint started to sing 'Will you be my neighbor' horribly off key on purpose.)
"Avengers folder, Agent Coulson," was all he said in reply, electro swing playing in the background.
When Steve was in a good mood, he found it funny how everyone assumed that he would be overwhelmed with all the tech around him.
When he wasn't in a good mood...it wasn't nearly funny at all.
He might not be an all-around genius, or a scientist, or an assassin/spy, but he was a tactical genius. Didn't that count for anything?
In that first ten minutes of him being awake, out of the ice, he had understood that a lot of things had changed. Between the clothes, the flashing screens, the cars, and Fury there was no way that denial was possible.
So, when Agent Coulson pulled him aside within that first week to attempt to explain what Steve's rainbow Disney keychain was actually supposed to mean, since he was still in dark times, he had just simply raised an eyebrow and watched as Coulson floundered in his explanation.
Steve thought that Coulson was probably the only one that knew he had at least partially caught up on societies history.
Either way, thinking back on it, that was when Steve accidentally found out that trolling people was funny.