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Oh, someone's texting you. I'm still figuring out my own phone myself. Just poke that symbol and drag your finger across the screen. [She notes that he's a great big guy and hastily adds] gently.

Texting me? [The way he says it, it's pretty clear it's the first time that phrase has ever come out of his mouth. He does as instructed.]

T. Stark: Beat you in the USA Today poll.
T. Stark: That's a newspaper.

They'll let anyone have one of these.

Huh? [She peeks at the message.]

...oh.

I'm best friends with his girl Friday, ignore him. He's just being a troll.

That would be a phone, Captain. You see there, the bar that says slide to unlock? Touch the button and drag your fingertip across the bar.

Right. [His furrowed brow says that he's still lost, but he's not going to to admit it.] As they say, Ma'am: like father, like son.

He shakes his head in disbelief. Things have gotten strange in the last 70 years. When I asked about getting a telephone, I thought it would be a telephone.

[That they have indeed. Sinthia can sympathize with that, but she just smiles a little dryly, and tucks her hands behind her back--her dress doesn't have pockets. Not unusual, given it looks like it was designed in the last decade they were--awake, let's say. Though she certainly looks different with that many tattoos visible.]

They're telephones. They're just not analog.

[Takes the phone and stands beside his hero, gently sliding his finger across the screen to unlock it. The text pops up.]

These phone receive instant letters that we call text. They're short and to the point, but sometimes contain text speech.

[He slides down the keyboard.] And I hope you knew how to use a type writer. This model is a little out of date, but I thought it might be easier than a touch screen.

Yes. I can type. [He stares at the impossibly tiny device. The screen reads:]

T Stark: Have you looked yourself up on YouTube?

What's a YouTube?

YouTube is...well...I'll show you.

[Leads him over to a new by desktop. He pulled out a browser and typed in YouTube. The site came up quickly.]

It's one of those websites, but on this one everyone on the planet can put up videos. Some of these videos are about...you, captain.

Why would anyone want to put up footage of me?

Is it secure? Can these messages be intercepted?

By someone who knows what they're doing, yes. By the majority of the general population, no.

You should be safe, Captain.

[He gave him a flabbergasted look.]

Why wouldn't they? You're the first super hero, the true mascot of s.h.e.i.l.d. and every other agency that was built around the idea of protecting our country with advancements in science and technology. That and you had some bad ass moves back in the days...oh and these days too, of course.

[ so much lineface, steve. ]

It's like...short mail for your phone. You have to open the messenger on there to read it.

[Still not used to all this, he fidgets a little.] Thank you, Agent.

Would you show me? [Tony Stark is up to something and he is going to find out. And then beat the crap out of him.]

Of course, Captain. I'll show you some of my favorites. [He's fidgeting with excitement. He put in a search for Captain America.]

Wouldn't a phone call be easier?

[Steve pokes at the phone with one finger and somehow successfully manages to open the text message. His expression sours.]

Does Stark own this? [Please say no. Please say no.]

[ He blinks at him a few times before responding. How did Fury rope him into doing this? ]

Call's aren't as quick and easy, and this way you can send a message to multiple people without it getting complicated.

[Whatever the message said, Steve was clearly not amused. He is holding the phone in his left hand and slowly jabbing at it with his right index finger.]

I don't believe this message was sent to multiple people.

[ Clint steals a peak. Tony's work, of course. ]

Yeah, that one's all you Cap. I wouldn't poke the bear unless you're flinging it back at him.

[He thought for a moment. Stark owned so much.]

I believe so, why?

A troll is somebody who likes to get on other people's nerves. Meh.

It's Maddie. I'm gettin' a lemonade. You want one?

It's a text message. Poke it and you can read it.