Despite information being available 'online' Steve still likes to read the newspaper. He likes the feel of it, the smell. It's like holding nostalgia in your hands. Stark would... no. Stark wouldn't.
The headline blares across the page.
TONY STARK PRESUMED DEAD.
He reads the story, his frown turning to horror. House destroyed. Armour damaged. Stark falling into the water and not coming up again.
Why hadn't they been contacted? Tony had given everyone phones and these watches with a button to press in case of an emergency. Why hadn't he...?
Maybe he wasn't really dead. Steve had been presumed dead for a very long time and yet here he was walking around. Going on a road trip.
He took out his phone and thumbed through the contacts. He hovered over Stark's name. But he wasn't sure what he'd do if he didn't get an answer. What about the others? Should he call Thor? Natasha?
In the end he puts his phone away, gets back on his bike and rides towards the horizon.
