[Locating each and every single member of the.. 'team' hasn't exactly been a walk in the park, but then again, it feels sorta familiar, if someone could apply it to... 'those days'. Back before the world left him behind and moved on from the idea of war, of HYDRA and things like that. It's almost like he never left, but at the same time, he's never felt more out of place. So looking for those few he fought beside, just to get a sense of some familiarity is better than locking himself back up in that gym out on third and second, going through their limited supply of punching bags.
Besides, since when has he ever been able to deny himself the chance to get back on that bike? The answer to that is obvious, and so there he went.
The second part of the plan, though? It never goes that easy, he should have expected. Could be why he wound up asking Tony first, then figuring out the rest of it from there. Stark had been right: you didn't look for SHIELD, they were almost always there in the first place.
Which would explain exhibit a: a Steve Rogers (1) wandering the halls in khakis and plaid, exploring where he was allowed without too many questions. Miss Romanoff (It's Natasha, Steve, she reminded him upon greeting) had been there to greet him past the door and security, catch him up on what was happening, what he wanted to know more than needed to (the agent who had taken Coulson's place had thrown him off, but he did his best to hide it, respect the decision) and then she had other duties to attend to.
Best not to ask, he was just here to check up on things, say hello, enjoy company he hardly knew outside of the battlefield, under pressure. He turns the corner, notices that he's wandered away from where the other agents were, are heading, and there's that sound, that faint hum of music. Curiosity gets him to follow it, and the door's cracked but he opens it enough to poke his head through ('hello?' says his mind, but his lips don't follow), move fully inside and wander in.
Steve's expression changes: his brows raise, his lips purse into a small 'o' and he find himself quiet, muted by the music, the scene he's walked in on. Instead, the captain leans a shoulder against the wall his hands in his pockets, watches with a small smile on his lips.
Didn't think they taught anything like this in SHIELD.]
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Besides, since when has he ever been able to deny himself the chance to get back on that bike? The answer to that is obvious, and so there he went.
The second part of the plan, though? It never goes that easy, he should have expected. Could be why he wound up asking Tony first, then figuring out the rest of it from there. Stark had been right: you didn't look for SHIELD, they were almost always there in the first place.
Which would explain exhibit a: a Steve Rogers (1) wandering the halls in khakis and plaid, exploring where he was allowed without too many questions. Miss Romanoff (It's Natasha, Steve, she reminded him upon greeting) had been there to greet him past the door and security, catch him up on what was happening, what he wanted to know more than needed to (the agent who had taken Coulson's place had thrown him off, but he did his best to hide it, respect the decision) and then she had other duties to attend to.
Best not to ask, he was just here to check up on things, say hello, enjoy company he hardly knew outside of the battlefield, under pressure. He turns the corner, notices that he's wandered away from where the other agents were, are heading, and there's that sound, that faint hum of music. Curiosity gets him to follow it, and the door's cracked but he opens it enough to poke his head through ('hello?' says his mind, but his lips don't follow), move fully inside and wander in.
Steve's expression changes: his brows raise, his lips purse into a small 'o' and he find himself quiet, muted by the music, the scene he's walked in on. Instead, the captain leans a shoulder against the wall his hands in his pockets, watches with a small smile on his lips.
Didn't think they taught anything like this in SHIELD.]