S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

82. Mr & Mrs Johnson

"Welcome to project E.S.S.E.X Mr & Mrs Johnson, It's our biggest honor to have you here," An older gentleman said, waving out his hand in a firm grip.

You smiled as you shook his hand, looking over at Steve, who were now wearing a stranger's face. It was wonders what a little face veil could do. Of course, Steve couldn't walk in as him self. They would've noticed Captain America the second he came in. No, Steve he was wearing the face of another S.H.I.E.L.D agent, one you knew very well. It was your close friend James. Though you love James, you were already looking forward to seeing Steve's real face.

"We're happy to finally be here," Steve said confidently, shaking the gentleman's hand.

The two of you had already been through a massive security check earlier, and your story was simple. You had worked for the agency for five years, Steve for ten. You met during a mission where you were paired up and fell in love between neon lights in Madripoor. A simple, but adorable place for two agents to meet up. Then Mr Johnson popped the question, three years later, in a private setting at your hotel room. Again, dream life.

It was small chit-chat as you walked through the corridors. If your calculations were right, the mission shouldn't take long. It was certain data you needed, but you knew your way around. An hour should be enough.

"Here is your work station, you'll have a tour around the building in an hour, the plan for you today is just to settle in, introduction to the project will happen tomorrow" the older gentle man said as he faded away busy with his work day.

You smiled as you watched him walk away. When you turned your head back, Steve was already well planted in his chair. The room was empty, but filled with a couple more booths. From what you could gather, they had already been here and left, as the smell of hot coffee was lingering in the room. Steve had his arms crossed. You didn't need to be a genius to know that he had been angry with you for quite some time now.

"C'mon, play a game on your phone or whatever you do to pass time," You said, clapping him on his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes. In what world would you find him, playing on a phone or any device to say it mildly. None. You had barely been here an hour, and he was already bored with this scene. This is why he preferred brute force. It was thrilling. This... He didn't see where this lead. Steve watched as you began doing your magic on the computer. He couldn't help but notice the cleavage your top gave you. The screen of the laptop however blocked the view more than he liked.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked, playing with his pen.

"Working," You said, standing up, moving to the next booth. Steve rolled his eyes.

"Tell me what you are doing," Steve said, sitting up in his chair to see you better.

You leaned to the side, to see him better. You did not like seeing James face, when you so clearly heard Steve speaking. James was normally a lot kinder, and way more trusting in you. You leaned back, your eyes falling on the screen.

"Like you would understand it," you mumbled.

Steve rolled his chair to the side of your desk, placing himself beside the laptop. This way he was able to get a proper look of you, and your work. This almost reminded him of when the two of you first were intimate at the academy.  A smirk appeared on his lips. You most definitely did not know where his mind were going, neither did you back then. It was so long ago, so much had changed, at the same time, it seemed like nothing had changed.

"Why are you smirking" you said, not even looking up at him.

"Am I not allowed to be pleased with my wife?" Steve was pleased. He finally knew what he wanted to spend his time doing.