Blackbird

*(Y/N)'s POV*

I couldn't give Tony feedback. I was speechless, and that rarely happened. Slowly I made my way to the mannequin. I let my hands travel from the long sleeves up to the collar that dipped down into a v-shape. The v-neck was held together with 2 stripes of fabric that went from one side to the other. The fabric itself felt so comfortable, I couldn't wait to try it on.

'Before you ask, I let FRIDAY weave in Vibranium in the fabric that is used for every part of the suit so we don't have to worry about bullets. Just a precaution.'

I was still a little taken aback from the suit so I gulped and turned to look at Tony.

'It- I- Tony this is amazing. Thank you. You even got the guns right. Where did you get them?'

'I'm not answering that, Tiny. And you're welcome.'

A laugh escaped me. I knew those were my guns. I saw a little blue (your/initial) on the inside of both triggers. It indicated those are the ones I thought I had given S.H.I.E.L.D when I quit working for them. Apparently Tony has his ways.

'Can I try it on?'

'You can, but you need to give it back immediately so I can do the final touches.'

So I tried it on. It fit me perfectly of course. I am sure FRIDAY knows how to find out the perfect sizing. But i couldn't stare at me and my suit long because Tony came in shortly after and told me to change out of it. So I did. Not long after that I felt myself get hungry so I asked Tony if he wanted something and made my way to the kitchen.

It was dinner time anyways so I told FRIDAY to tell everyone to come to the dining area in an hour. I began chopping, tossing and cooking and soon the smell of freshly made pasta with shrimp and garlic sauce filled the room. I knew Peter doesn't like seafood and so does Bucky, so I made fresh Pesto for them and soon hungry superheroes started to tumble into the kitchen. First came Thor of course. Maybe I can get him to eat something else then PopTarts. Soon after Thor came Peter, Wanda, Nat, Tony, Bucky, Sam and all the others. Well except one. You can guess who...

'I smell deliciousness. Lady (Y/N) may I try this liquid please?'

'Sure Thor, tell me if it needs salt, please. And careful it's-'

I couldn't finish the sentence because Thor let loose a whimper after trying the sauce.

'- It's hot Thor. Damn it.'

I gave myself a face palm before helping the poor god with his burned finger. These people seem like children sometimes. Nat and Wanda set the table and everyone sat down. I set the food down and everyone began to eat.

'Where's smatain Shmerica? He still pissed I'm leading the mission?', I asked no one in particular.

'I like the new nickname, I'll steal that one.', Tony said.
'He is in his room I think. He's not used to being number two in missions.'

I knew he wasn't but I also know that he was being unprofessional. Thus, I decided to piss him off even more. Well, he would be getting the information tomorrow in the final team meeting but I guess the other should know first. To prepare them.

'He isn't going to be number two either. Tony will. I need someone I trust and someone who understands me without words. So? Who wants to tell him?'

Everyone began looking somewhere, as if a fly had become really interesting and I began to laugh.

'I'm kidding, guys. Don't worry. I'll tell him tomorrow in the final meeting.'

We went back to eating and the others began a conversation about the last mission.
I asked some questions and details on the previous mission to get some more intel than what I got from the mission report and Fury. After that we all helped clean everything up and then all went our separate ways.
I made my way back to my floor to get all my stuff ready for tomorrow. Tony didn't specify when we should leave for the mission but I am thinking tomorrow is as good as ever to at least start research about Rumlows whereabouts.

When I walked into my kitchen I saw Steve sitting on the couch, beer in one hand and sketching something in a little notebook.

'Hey, grumpy.'

He didn't even look up, he just let out a 'hm' and turned away from me.

'You are being unprofessional Captain. Either loose the attitude or loose the mission. Your call.'

With that I left him sitting on the couch, looking pissed as fuck, ready to burst ,as I went into my room but I didn't care to be honest. He had been ignoring me since Tony announced the mission and said I'd not only be part of it but I'd be leading it. He can kiss my ass for all I care. I've been trying to be a little more thoughtful with him since we had begun to bet along but he just can't seem to get his head out the gutter. It is frustrating, really.
I got my pajamas out the dresser and made my way past Steve and into the bathroom to shower. After that I passed him again sending him an angry glance while getting a snack in the kitchen and them went back to my room.

When I was ready to go to bed I went to go brush my teeth and noticed Steve wasn't on the couch anymore. I heard soft classical music from his room. He was asleep already.
That was something he did when he needed to think or relax before falling asleep. I had caught onto that after Nat had said something that upset him for example, or when Sam went a little too far with his inappropriate jokes.
I set my thoughts about Steves mood aside and went to bed.
I fell asleep immediately, head still in toughts about the mission.