STEVE ROGERS knew, logically, that he had some better, more sensible choices for the job in the upcoming mission.
That didn't mean he was going to give the chance up, though.
“I swear to god, Samuel Wilson — ”
“Fine! Here! God, I can't get anything in this shack!”
Steve rolls his eyes as Natasha snatches the last Twinkie right from Sam's hand. “Why do you guys even like those? They're so sugary.”
Sam sighs. “You're old, Steve. We don't expect you to understand.”
Steve hmphs stubbornly at that, and turns to look back down at the schematics of the place they'll be infiltrating. “Anyways, you both should be helping me draw out a plan for tomorrow night.”
“Steven, I'm tired and really smart,” Nat argues. “We can deal with that later and still get a great result.”
Sam points at her like that's a great argument.
Steve glares mutely at them.
Sam lays his hand down.
“You guys are getting lazy,” he mutters, and Natasha throws the empty Twinkie box at the back of his head.
“Okay, I have one question about the mission,” Sam pipes up once Steve's put the schematics away, and settled into his own cot in the small, dusty old shack they're currently residing in.
They're settled in a town in central Egypt for a couple of days, restless for the upcoming mission that King T'Challa proposed for them. A simple retrieval — just in unknown territory. Wanda was the ideal person for the last person on the team since some of the information they've received has revolved around magic, but she and Vision are off the grid, and Steve really doesn't want to bother them. Plus... Moros is just as good of a candidate. Maybe more so, considering he has over a century of experience.
God, even Steve can admit that he's way over his head with this one.
Steve sighs, puffing up the duffel bag underneath his head like a pillow. “Do I even want to know, Wilson?”
“Why in hell did you pick Moros for the add-on?” Sam questions, and Steve tenses while Natasha sits up.
“Yeah,” she hums. “Why did you, Rogers?”
Steve huffs from his cot. “You have to admit he's a remarkable superhuman.”
“Defensive tone, oh no,” Sam sings from his side of the shack.
“And you have to admit that he's quite the immoral, annoying little shit,” Natasha shoots back, and Steve sits up himself, shifting uncomfortably.
“Is not,” he frowns.
“Is, too."
“Is not.”
“Is, too.”
“Is not.”
“Is — ”
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HISTORY, steve rogers
Fanfiction❝ SO, HERE I AM. STUCK IN A TIME LOOP WITH AN OLD MAN. YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME. BUT I WEAR IT BETTER. ❞ - in which an old, pining hero is stuck in a time loop with his even older, all-time crush who's an anti-hero and kind o...
