Blackbird

*Steves POV*

I had to turn on some music when I went to sleep yesterday evening. I was extremely pissed at (Y/N), well... I still am. How can Tony give someone like her a mission like that? She hasn't been in one since 3 years for fucks sake! Missions is all I know, that is my only purpose, now she comes in and takes it away. And yet... there is something I can't forget about her. How she came to the table in the morning with that shirt that seemed to swallow her whole since it was a few sizes too big for her, and her sleeping on that damned table. I wanted to pick her up and put her back into bed... and maybe even cuddle her like in the morning before she woke up. I was strange that sometimes I wanted to strangle her but then other times I wanted to ... you know... choke her. Which doesn't sound any better than strangle but you understand what I'm saying.

As I went out into the kitchen I smelled bacon. And eggs? I saw (Y/N) with some headphones in, dancing and cooking at the same time. She was in a pretty good mood considering we had a team meeting ahead of us which targeted her ex-boyfriend. That could take hours, briefing and giving every member their task, planing and finding safe houses, getting aliases. It is a lot. I'm curious to find out how she'll handle it and see her work. Besides I never would have guessed someone as innocent looking as her to find interest in someone as Brock Rumlow. That guys face already screamed 'please punch me' the first time I met him. To imagine she and him together and then knowing he shot her was just a really shocking fact I can't get past.
I decided to stop staring at her and announced myself by clearing my throat. I know she has headphones in but I'm still pissed so I at least made an effort, and besides, she deserves to experience a little scare. I got a bottle of cold brew out of the fridge and saw out of the corner of my eye how she jumped when she saw me. But that was it. That was the whole reaction I got out of her, besides the little jump and a whispered 'asshole', before she grabbed a plate, threw her food on and went back into her room. Weird.

I drank my coffee and then put on some black pants and a grey t-shirt, after that I went down to the meeting room to wait for the rest of the team.
After maybe 30 minutes the team started to settle into the room, (Y/N) and Peter being last. They were talking about something on (Y/N)'s iPad. Buck and Sam came over to sit beside me, one on each side.

'So, Stevie, still pissed to be a rank under her for this mission?'

Sam really had one comin' if he didn't lower his voice immediately. Buck let out a stifled laugh and whispered to me.

'I don't want to upset you before the meeting starts but Tony will be her right hand. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Sorry, man.'

Anger began to brew within me again. It was the same feeling I had the night before and I really feel the need to listen to some classical music. Instead I tried steadying my breathing. I know she will sense it if I am angry and she will target me directly to get a reaction out of me. She seams to have a seventh sense for me, like an anger-meter to know exactly when to piss me off.
So I began counting in my head, '... 1...2...3...4...5...' 'til she decided to begin the meeting.

'Okay friends, and Captain,' she saluted, I rolled my anger filled eyes, 'we have a mission to complete so here are the factors we need to work through.'

She pulled up a hologram of a list with different point to do before the actual mission.

'Here's Rumlows file. I sent you all a copy through email. Go through it, I added some stuff. First of all your roles in the mission. Tony, you will be my number two. I need someone I can talk to without using words. You, me and, surprise surprise, Captain Rogers will be the first team. We will be searching for a safe house and leading the mission, still with my orders, obviously, but since this is the first mission I'm doing in years I need some guidance.'