Author's Note: I'm not trying to impose my religion on this chapter, or anything else related, since I'm Agnostic and all. I just thought that, given the character being from a different time, his religion would be the Catholic. This is just a little aspect I added to Steve, and if you don't like, sorry. Also, I would like to thank for the Reviews, and how a lot of people read this during the hours that it has been posted, so thanks everyone, you don't know how you make me happy. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the browsers or the Internet contained on this chapter, even though I wish I would, then I would be rich, buy Glee and make Hevan happen somehow. And also buy a lot of food, because food is good.
We'll Get a Chinese
As the week went by, Steve and Coulson started to become better friends, slowly getting to know each other more and more. When the agent came home from work, he would cook something for them both to eat, usually something different every day of the week, so Steve would get to know as much new food as he could. Also, they would try and learn something new every night, after the dinner ended. The technological part was the hardest for the Captain to get, since its development was exponential in some sorts, and the man had lost so many things in his deep slumber under layers of metal and snow that it made difficult for him to keep up.
Sitting on the floor of their living room, with a laptop on top of the center table, Coulson tried explaining the basis of what a computer was, the Internet, social networks and all of this apparently "complex information" for the hero, after all, he was just an old man. An old man with super strength and defined abs. Steve could most likely absorb any information Coulson taught him, but the agent could see in the other's eyes the struggle to link all of it together in a logical way. He knew that, sooner or later, the man would get it all, and start to see this new world as something simple, like any other being on the planet did.
"So, basically, all I need to do is click on that blue E icon, and the..." Steve hesitated "… Browser will come up? Is that it?" Coulson let out a smile "Yes, it is correct, except that one does never use that E icon. It is known to be the worst of the browsers. You can either use that foxy one, or the multi-colored circle, or the red O. All of them are good, and it is up to your preference." Steve smiled. "Ok, now I click, umm… The O. So, what now?" the man asked "Now, remember what I told you about the Internet, and how it contains almost infinite information?" "Yes" the soldier paying close attention. "So, now you can go practically everywhere you want inside the web – or Internet, as you may. The most visited page is Google, and being a search engine, it can take you to whatever site you want, find most likely any information you need. It's like this super librarian, that knows where every book is, and what is contained inside of it, understand?" The man, looking to Coulson with focused eyes, sighed. "It is a lot to process, but I guess I can make it." "You will, Steve, I'll help you through".
On that day, Steve and Coulson navigated aimlessly through the Internet, while the agent taught everything he could to the other man, such as e-mail accounts, Wikipedia, ITunes, and everything more they had time for before dinner. Ordering Chinese this time, the agent didn't expect for Captain not to know how to use the sticks. "Phil, how do I eat with those?" The man sitting in front of him making the cutest face he had ever seen, Coulson not being able to hide a smile. "Well, you can either use those, or eat with a fork. Which do you prefer?" "Well, since we've been learning new things the whole day, I guess one more thing wouldn't hurt. Can you show me how to do it?" How could the other say no to such a cute and bitable face? "Of course I can, Steve. Here" the agent moved closer to the hero, a distance maybe too close, and felt his cheeks begin to burn "You first break them in two, so you can use it to grab the food, like this." Coulson grabbed a portion of Yakisoba from the little box. "Now, you put your fingers in this position" and the man showed the other how to use the tools, when the Captain took the sticks from the agent's hand, touching fingers that made both of them hesitate. "Like this?" "Y-Yes" the other answered, oxygen running wildly through his head. "Thanks, Phil. I guess I'll be able to eat properly now" "It was nothing, Cap" "You really don't lose your habit of calling me like that, huh?" Steve laughed a little food on the corner of his mouth. "It's like they say, old habits are hard to die. You have some Yakisoba on your mouth." Coulson pointed, but Steve didn't quite find the dirty spot. "Here?" "No, a little more to the right" "And now?" "Still dirty…" "Now?" "No. Here, let me help you." And, not thinking twice, the agent gently brushed the other's mouth, cleaning it, and placing his thumb on his mouth. After realizing what he's done, the man blushed hard, and thanked the dim light that would cover part of it from the other's eyes. But, strangely enough, Steve's reaction wasn't of dislike or anything, and he now just looked at Coulson with a little smile on his face. "Thanks." Phil smiled too.
When the food was finished, the dirty over their living room cleaned and their bellies full and warm, the men sat in front of the TV, now a habit the agent had made constant. They watched through the news, and something seemed to catch Steve's attention. "So, this Obama, he is the current president, if I'm not mistaken?" "Yes, he is indeed, and also the first afro descendant to reach this rank in politics. Good sign, don't you think?" "Yes. I was reading on the newspaper this morning, he supported the marriage between people of the same gender. In my time, I know it wasn't legal, and personally, I didn't know many people who considered themselves homosexuals, but I never thought of it as something wrong. God makes everyone perfect in their own ways, it wouldn't discriminate anyone because of who they love, or anything at all, you know? I just figured that the world developed this same thought during the time I was sleeping, and not only now, when it's been a while I'm around again. It makes me sort of disappointed with humanity in some ways." Coulson couldn't be more stunned "We-Well, Captain, it is indeed something mankind should've realized a little bit sooner. But it is an advance that people are noticing it now, and making changes, isn't it?" "Well, better late than never." The soldier was now lost in some deeper thoughts.
As the news became just a humming in the background, and both of them were tired enough to go to sleep, they did so. Coulson, lying on his bed, wondered what went through his roommate's head in the moment, remembering how a certain mutant's power would be interesting right now. But no, he could never do it, invade Steve's head like this. It was a gift man received of having a sacred shrine that was their heads, where no one, apart from an exception or two, could penetrate. But the agent was now too tired to think mundane and complicated things, he just wanted to drift off to his dreamland, where he could be forever in the arms of the one he love, the man across the corridor, or at least until he had to get up, dress up, and go to work.
