A/N: This was originally going to be a oneshot, but hey, since it did so well… Why not? Reviews and requests are always welcome. (:
Steve was laying quietly on his bed, the door open. He had orders to stay at Stark Tower with the rest of the team, until he can fully adjust to the modern world. He didn't fancy staying in "Tony's Playhouse of Terror", as the team had taken to calling it. More specifically, him. Since he seemed to be the only one who got tormented.
After a morning of tutelage on how to use a simple iPod, and downloading a bit of music from every decade he missed, Steve was happy just to tinker with it by himself. "I don't know how to work any of these other doodads, but dangit if I'm not going to learn how to work a… What did he call you? No matter; I will call you… Uhh…" He sat up on the edge of his bed, scratching his head in thought. "Forget naming this cockamamie contraption. I'll just listen to the songs." He laid back in his bed and put the headphones on. (Tony didn't think it was time for him to have earbuds, whatever on earth those are. They sound painful.)
He only had maybe 25 songs on his music player, but each decade was put in its own playlist. Steve skipped over the '50's, '60's and '70's.
"Hmm… What did I miss in the '80's?"
He pushed play, and listened.
Tony walked into his room three hours later.
"Oh God, what have I done?"
Steve had the music on full blast in his room, having asked JARVIS to play a certain few songs over and over. And he was dancing. Horribly. At least his singing wasn't awful.
"LIVIN' ON A PRAAAAAYER! TAKE MY HAND AND WE'LL MAKE IT, I SWEAR! WHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHH!"
As Bon Jovi's power chords faded out, Tony recognized Journey was about to make it's play.
Steve waited until the epitome of the song to do anything. "DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'! HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEELIN'! DOOOON'T STOP! BELIEEEEVIN'!" His voice nearly cracked with the loudness that he was singing. But still, he wasn't bad.
That song ended, and another Journey song began. Amused, Tony shook his head as Cap started out. "ANY WAY YOU WANT IT, THAT'S THE WAY YOU NEED IT! ANY WAAAAY YOU WANT IT! Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh!"
Tony waited by the door, knowing that Steve wouldn't notice him. He was too enthralled in the music. The next song came on. It was absolutely hilarious. Steve didn't do anything until the chorus, just lip sync. And then sang with every ounce of passion that he could muster.
"POOOOUR SOME SUUUUGAR ON MEEEEEE! Ooooh, in the NAME OF LOOOVE! POOOUR SOME SUUUUGAR ON MEEEEEEEE!"
Steve started moving his hips rather suggestively. Smirking, Tony tapped a button on his phone. He was going to record Cap's less-than-innocent antics. So I really HAVE had an influence on the grandpa…
After finishing off that song, Steve smiled as the next one came on. It was a horribly guilty pleasure of his, this next song. But he couldn't help it.
A woman's voice came, soft and slow. Looking into his mirror that covered his closet door, (thankfully, not facing Tony). Steve's voice matched the passion that the woman's voice had.
"If I should stay… I would only be in your way… So I'll go, but I know that I'll think of you every step of the way…"
Tony felt his eyes bug. This is fucking priceless.
He waited until the passionate part of the song, and then bit his fist to keep from busting into frantic maniacal laughter.
"AND IIIIIII, WILL ALLLLLWAYYYYS LOOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUU, IIIIII WILL AAAAALLLWAAAAYSSSS LOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUU!"
Steve closed his eyes in passion, his hands opening and closing with his voice, reaching out to millions of fans that weren't there.
Tony giggled. But the music was so loud that it didn't matter. As the next song was about to make its round, Clint walked by. Tony grabbed his arm and shushed him, then nodded his head at Steve. Clint looked at Tony as if to say, dafuq have you done to him now?
Steve's voice was mingled with Justin Timberlake's.
"I'm bringin' SEXYBACK! YEAH! Them other boys don't know how to act!"
Steve's hips were swaying suggestively to the beat.
Clint whispered to Tony, "I thought Fury told you to not give him an iPod?" "What he don't know won't hurt him. And in any case, it's the most basic one they've ever made. But isn't the result worth it?" He gestured to Steve, who still hadn't seen them, and continued to air thrust.
Clint sighed. "I wonder what's next on Cap's playlist?" "I didn't feel comfortable giving him anything from the modern era. Except Maroon 5. But I think he's tired himself out now… Let's see what's next."
A very sweaty Steve sat on the edge of his bed as, sure enough, Maroon 5 started playing.
He didn't sing the first stanza, but waited. He sang softly with the music, as if it was holding back a great dam of emotion.
"Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember
The people we used to be
It's even harder to picture
That you're not here next to me
You said it's too late to make it
But is it too late to try?
And then that time that you wasted
All of our bridges burnt down
I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise…"
Tony surprised himself when he felt his tear ducts betraying him, making his eyes water. Clint nudged him, and he saw Steve wipe away what seemed to be a tear.
"Peggy." Clint whispered gruffly. "Ah. Well. I kinda put the rap version of this song on his iPod… Let's just see what he does." Tony whispered back, not entirely ignoring what Clint said, but still wanting to know.
Then, it came. And god damn, could Steve spit some rhymes. Tony was shocked. He even said the cusswords and everything!
"Man, fuck that shit
I'll be right here spending all this money while you sitting round
Wondering why wasn't you who came out from nothing
Made it from the bottom
Now when you see me I'm strutting
And all of my cars start with a push of a button
Telling me the chances I blew up or whatever you call it
Switched the number to my phone
So you never could call it
Don't need my name, or my show
You can tell it I'm ballin'
Swish, what a shame coulda got picked
Had a really good game but you missed your last shot
So you talk about who you see at the top
Or what you could've saw
But sad to say it's over for it
Phantom roll out valet open doors
Where's the car way, got what you was looking for
Now ask me who they want
So you can go take that little piece of shit with you!"
Clint and Tony looked at each other, impressed.
When that song finished up, they were about to announce their presence to him, but one last song came on.
Some familiar lyrics popped out, and Steve was right there singing. Not giving one single fuck.
"America… Ameriiiicaaaa…
AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!
Coming again to save the motherfuckin' day YEAH!
America, FUCK YEAH!
Freedom is the only way yeah,
Terrorist your game is through,
'cause now you have to answer to
CAPTAIN AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!
So lick my butt and suck on my ba-"
At this point, Tony and Clint were howling with laughter, not caring that Steve knew they were there.
Steve turned the deepest red that his skin tone could muster, and then immediately flushed. The song ended with Steve just staring at the howling men on the floor.
"Oh, oh God, Cap, REALLY?" Tony was crying with laughter. Clint's face was purple because he was laughing so hard. Steve was angry.
"You're not the sweet little gramps from the 40's anymore, Cap, I have it all on video!" Tony half sat up a few minutes later. "Wh-what?" Steve was dumbstruck. How long have they been there watching him?
"I, uh, well I…" Steve fumbled around for an excuse.
"Too late, I'm going to show Fury! And Bruce! And Thor!" Tony scrambled up, dashing down the hallway, Steve tearing after him.
Clint stood up slowly, and chuckled, and said, "America… Where your people are crazy, and your superheroes dance to Sexyback." Boy, was Natasha going to die when she hears this…
Songs (that I do not own, unfortunately) in the order they appear.
"Livin' On A Prayer"- Bon Jovi
"Don't Stop Believin'"- Journey
"Any Way You Want It"- Journey
"Pour Some Sugar On Me"- Def Leppard
"I Will Always Love You"- Whitney Houston
"Sexyback"- Justin Timberlake
"Payphone"- Maroon 5
"America Fuck Yeah"- Team America World Police