"So, from the top, right?"
Steve nodded slowly as he stared at the photos surrounding him. Tony cleared his throat and awkwardly started, walking through and around photos as he spoke,
"When you showed me that picture in the museum the other day, I'd thought he looked familiar. I figured Dad might have shown me some photo of him, and I thought…"
Tony trailed off sheepishly, "I thought that you might like to have some pictures of him. Since, y'know, he meant so much to you," Tony gestured around them, "But all… this, happened,"
"Tony, thank you. That was… very kind of you to think to do," Steve's voice was small, and clearly confused, "How can it be real though? Are these all photograph shopped? Is he, what are they called, some sort of meme now?"
"No, these are all real photos as far as Jarvis can tell," Jarvis chimed his agreement from "Then they can't all be him. People just don't not age!" Steve exclaimed.
"You don't. At least, not like normal. Maybe he was another test subject for the serum?" Tony suggested.
"Then what about this one?" Steve jabbed at a photo and it sprung into being before them, life sized and crystal clear. Standing next to the spirit of St. Louis was Charles Lindberg, smiling jauntily. And to his right stood Harkness, "Or this one?" Harkness standing at sloppy attention next to several men in WWI uniforms in front of a pile of captured Fokers, "Or this!" same twinkling grin, same jacket, same man standing behind Commodore Perry overlooking a Japanese harbor.
Tony let his hands flutter in a helpless gesture.
"Or this one…" Steve's voice cracked as he nudged a color photograph with a CCTV time stamp on it onto the largest screen.
Harkness had his arm possessively around another man with short hair. The two were locked in a heated kiss, the other man's suit jacket was hanging off both arms and his tie clenched in Harkness's big hand.
"That," a cough, "is from a website called 'janto jives' dot com," Tony pulled up the homepage. It was obviously a pornographic website, and a ticker across the top of the page invited the user to make a paid-for-account and "come play naked hide and seek with us".
"He's immortal and he does pornography?" Steve's voice was strangling somewhere between horror and amusement.
"Doesn't look like it. This seems like a third party had found a quick way to make some money off of surveillance tapes," Tony nodded toward the photo again, "See how there's a time stamp? Looks like this came from England's closed circuit security tapes,"
"That was taken today? He's alive tight now?" The hope was plain to hear in Steve's voice.
"Want to find him?" Tony asked, already keying up Jarvis's search program.
"Please,"