"Have you heard from Steve?"
You looked up at Natasha who peered back at you expectantly as you placed the butter knife on the table.
Steve left for a mission with some SHIELD agents a couple of days ago and it was all really hush hush, but he promised to tell you about it after. You weren't worried, you've both been on tons of missions, but Natasha's question caught you off guard because there wasn't supposed to be outside contact and if there was, it was to go through her.
"No," You shook your head, "...Is that bad?"
"Guess not." She shrugged nonchalantly, taking an orange from the bowl nearby and not meeting your eyes before she turned to leave.
You knew better than to ask because she wasn't one of many words unless you got a ton of vodka in her and right now you were fresh out.
Plus, it was barely noon, but still.
Trying to push the negative thoughts out of your head, you went back to your room. It was the weekend and unless there was a mission that bled into it, these were still your days off.
You flicked the TV on when you got there, mindlessly picking a show, and attempting to get comfortable. It had only been maybe three months since you started sleeping in Steve's room, but you were struggling to get a good night's sleep in your own these days and not being allowed to contact each other wasn't helping.
So, maybe your mind did wander to where it shouldn't have, and the episode ended with you not even having touched your sandwich.
To help ease your mind, you went to the next people he would've told something to or would know something about the mission that you neglected to ask, thinking it was pretty routine.
"Hey guys," You smiled at Bucky and Sam who were trying to outrun each on the treadmill, but Bucky's a super soldier so it wasn't much of a competition, "Busy?"
"A little." Sam panted, sweat dripping from his temples.
"Whaddya need?" Bucky asked with a smug smirk.
"Have either of you," You shifted on your feet, feeling out of place, "Heard anything?"
"About?" Sam teased and you rolled your eyes.
"Steve," You huffed, reaching over to turn up his speed as he tried to smack your hand away, "Or this mission he's on?"
"Top secret," Sam told you, hitting the back of your hand and you yanked it away with a pout, "But he's supposed to be here...today, right Bucky?"
"Last night," Bucky corrected shortly, clearly hiding something, and you cocked an eyebrow in his direction, making him cave because he knew you wouldn't let it go, "He went dark and they're not telling us anything, but I wouldn't worry about it, I mean, it's Steve. Punk probably just screw up, but he'll fix it."
"Sure," You nodded with a tight smile, "Thanks, guys."
You left and right before you turned the corner, you heard Sam snap,
"Why'd you have to go and open your big fat mouth for?" And then Bucky yelled tiredly,
"She asked!"
You did end up wandering back to your room and started cleaning it thoroughly. You did your laundry, changed the bedding, organized everything and even redid your watch lists for some reason. Then you went and had a vigorous work out before showering and trying to relax in the living room. You flipped through magazines and scrolled through your phone, but nothing was helping to keep your mind off what could've happened.
