Tony had resumed the video, and shook his head a little, laughing. "Oh, of course."
Bucky wrinkled his nose. "Steve, I am 95 years old and I've never seen a unicorn." he pointed out. "Eventually, I'll be like 150 years old, and I'll still have never seen a unicorn."
"Well– seeing isn't always believing." Steve retorted, nodding his head as if he were sure of himself, "Some people can’t see the colour red. That doesn’t mean it isn’t there. And– and there is evidence that suggests that they exist, or existed at some point."
Bucky squinted at Steve. "Yeah? What sort of "evidence"?" he challenged, arching an eyebrow at Steve, looking at the blonde.
Tony was smirking.
“Like— the deer they found in Italy,” Steve replied, gathering his mental notes on the topic, “It was born with one horn.” He nodded knowingly, pointing a finger at him, “This— along with some other points, shows that even in past times, there could have been animals that had this feature and the existence of unicorns may be possible.”
"Well yes, but…that was a deer, Steve. Not a unicorn. Besides, deer horns are very different than unicorn horns. Deer horns have all sorts of…poky points coming off of them." Bucky said, looking at Steve.
“Yes— but, if it could happen to a deer,” Steve smiled, “It might have happened to a few horses. There have been other cases of animals spontaneously growing horns, so I think…no— I know unicorns may have existed.” He said proudly, nodding to himself.
Bucky sighed, shaking his head. "Yes, but what about their supposed magical abilities? And the fact that they apparently would kidnap virgin girls?" he arched an eyebrow at Steve.
"Wha– okay so no magical abilities," Steve scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes. "–And, and how do you know that? Is that true?" He said with a laugh, "You don't remember our rainy-day reading marathons, but you know that unicorns would supposedly kidnap virgins?"
Bucky frowned. "Uh…yes." he replied, squinting his eyes a little. "I don't have any control over what i fuckin' remember, Steve." he sighed loudly.
"Aw, don't be mad–" Steve sighed, forgetting about Tony's presence. "I know your memory's a little shifty right now– but it was meant to be funny, come on." He lazily tilted his head to the side, smiling softly as he put the crumpled unicorn next to Bucky's knee, "Forgive me?"
Bucky rolled his eyes, sighing. "I'm not mad. I forgive you." he grumbled, shaking his head at Steve.
"Mhm– you're just bitter." Steve smiled, narrowing his eyes playfully, "Like– like an old man who doesn't believe in unicorns. Which…" You are.
"I'm not…fine. I'm old. But so are you, Steve." He wrinkled his nose. "Maybe you're going senile." He commented thoughtfully.
Tony snorted softly, smirking at that.
"I am not." Steve chuckled, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at him, "And you're still like, a year older than me– so it should be you that's senile."
"Right, right. But you've been out of the ice for longer, so you're more at risk." Bucky caught the paper, and tossed it back lightly.
"Well, I'd like to think I've been pretty good at adjusting to the current day-to-day," Steve replied, catching the paper and holding it in his hands, "Like with, um…cellphon–" He looked at Tony, "Iphones, yeah. I can send emails and look stuff up! I know how to cook new things, too." He nodded, smiling.
Tony smirked slightly. "That's…not all you can do Stevie." He replied with a laugh, shaking his head a little bit.
Bucky raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. "So? Doesn't mean you aren't going senile?" He replied.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Steve smiled at Tony, "What else can I do?"
Steve lightly scoffed and folded his arms, looking at Bucky with a faint smile, "What makes you think I'm going senile?" He asked, "I can do all these things! I get up at the crack of dawn to sprint through Central Park!"
Tony sighed. "All sorts of things." He replied, shaking his head.
"You believe in Unicorns." He replied, arching an eyebrow at Steve, deadpan. "For one thing." He shrugged slightly.
"I don't 'believe' in unicorns, Bucky," Steve said, gesturing with his hands, "I know that their existence is possible. I know it because the evidence is there. This– this is scientific, right Tony?"
Tony chuckled, shaking his head at them. "Ha. Well. I'm not sure about that, Steve." He replied with a shrug.
Bucky raised his eyebrows, as if to say that that proved his point. "See what I mean?"
Steve rolled his eyes and waved a hand at Tony dismissively. "You both don't know what you're talking about," He said, gesturing with his hands, "–And if I wasn't surrounded by a field of paper animals, I would be storming out to show you the research that proves it."
Tony smirked a little bit. "Steve, I'm literally a genius. I'm very sure I know what I'm talking about." he replied, shaking his head a little bit.
Bucky rolled his eyes.
"But you're not an expert on everything," Steve pointed out, giving him a knowing look, "And you don't always know what you're talking about." About us. He's convinced something's there, but I know Bucky doesn't feel the same way.
"Well, no, but I'm an expert on most things." Tony replied with a shrug. "I mean…I'm more famous than you, capsicle. And that's no small feat."
Bucky chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Face it, Steve. You're outnumbered."
Steve rolled his eyes, smiling. "I may be outnumbered, but that doesn't change the fact that I still believe they existed," He said, stubbornly pointing at the crumpled unicorn, "And nothing you can say or do will change it."
"Majority rules." Bucky replied with a shrug. "It's two against one against unicorns existing. The only people that believe in them are you and four year old girls, Steve."
Steve let out a light scoff, "Hmph. Does this mean we can't have unicorns in our animal utopia?" He asked, using air quotations as he continued, "Because they're 'not real'?"
Bucky thought for a moment. "Hmm." he frowned slightly, then shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe they could be, even though they aren't real." he shrugged again.
Steve discreetly rolled his eyes and turned to Tony. "What do you think?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, "Should we welcome the delicate renditions of these 'mythical creatures' into our land of real animals?"
