The Avengers meet Percabeth

Steve Rodgers p2

No one said a word about it. When Steve said he needed a phone, that is.

He thought he'd get more judgement and snarky comments, but Tony just looked at Steve from his lab bench. "Take Peter with you."

So that was how he ended up in an odd shop filled with shiny metal rectangles. And an excited teenager blabbing his head off in his ear - Steve should probably be listening to his advice but instead he was trying to drown it out. "Calm down, Peter. We're just shopping."

"OH MY GOD! I'm shopping with THE CAPTAIN AMERICA!"

He just stepped away from him carefully, leaving Peter with enough space to successfully freak out. He calmed down before he could actually start freaking out.

Whew, dodged that bullet.

"So where are the actual phones?" Steve asked.

Peter gestured to one of the nearest shiny rectangles. "Those."

Another thing that reminded Steve that he wasn't in the 1900s anymore. An old fashioned flip phone was still new news to him. But these? These shiny things that reacted when you touched them? They were too much like a person. He was half ready for one to ask him how my day was.

(Wait till he meets Siri)

With a "pick one you like!" Peter went off to meet his friend somewhere else.

So Steve wandered through the aisles, occasionally picking up a 'phone' and pretending to examine it as though he were a potential buyer, which he supposed he was. Though Steve certainly didn't care what phone he got.

Watching everyone else in the store was far more interesting.

Over by the counter there was a good natured looking girl serving everyone, handing out advice more than actual products. Next to the desk was a guy who looked like Steve. The shock hit him like lightning. He looked younger of course, the same age as the girl. They bantered as she talked with the customers.

Over by the windows a young man stared dumbfoundedly at the price on one of the phones. Or maybe he was looking out the window, at the banana yellow vintage car by the Zed Station with three people in full body Shrek suits sitting in it. (I kid you not, I saw this last weekend).

Over an aile a woman was holding a phone up, madly clicking on the unmoving screen. She stormed frustratedly over to the counter and yelled at the smiling girl behind the counter.

"I got this yesterday!" She declared to the rest of the people store, scandalised. "YESTERDAY!"

"So, what's the problem?" Asked the girl behind the counter with an incredulous shrug.

"My problem? The freaking expensive piece of metal bones cost half a weeks worth of wages, and it won't turn on!"

The girl behind the counter sighed courteously, "have you tried charging it?"

"OF COURSE I HAVE!" Screamed the woman.

"Let me see," said the girl behind the counter - whom I was beginning to admire. She held her hand out for the supposedly defective phone.

"You better not drop it." Said the angry woman bitterly, dropping the device into her hands.

With a quick flick of a finger, the counter girl turned the phone on. "Your case has the off button and the sound buttons on the wrong side. I can give you a new one?"

"No." Sniped the woman, snatching her phone from the hands of the kindly counter girl. "Back off Annabeth Chase."

"Sometimes the hardest solution to remember is the most basic!" The girl shouted after her as she slammed the door.

As the girl picked her conversation with Steves doppelganger back up, he decided he was going to buy the phone in his hand. It was obviously not as technologically adavanced as most of the others. It wasn't touch screen, and it only had the basic contact services, no fancy apps or other modern befuddlers.

He approached the counter slowly enough to catch the conversation, "well, I think that you should do it at the beach. You know how he feels about the beach."

"I know, I know. I just want it to be special. I want him to remember it!" Freaked the girl behind the counter.

"Annie. You're proposing to him. He'll remember it. Don't worry."

She sunk her face into her palms, "he will say yes, won't he?"

"Are you kidding me?" Steves look-alikes eyebrows were raised to peak height on his forehead. "Annabeth. He's been head-over-heals for you since you were twelve. Don't stress it."

"I, uh, hate to seem like an eavesdropper," Steve said. "But a piece of advice, do it somewhere that was an important part of your relationship."

She nodded and smiled, "thanks. I just feel so stressed. This shouldn't be so nerve-racking, should it? Sorry. Enough about me. You want to buy that phone?"

Her hand pointed to the mobile cellular device Steve was crushing in his hands. "Yes please."

As she worked away behind the desk, Steve couldn't help but speak again, "I'd like to reply for that last customer. That was rude."

Her eyes widened, "oh, no. You misunderstand. That's my friend Clarrise. She might come across as rude, but she means for the best. That phone was given to her by my boyfriend, who commonly pranks her."

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I doubt you've heard the name Percy Jackson before?"