My Captain - Steve Rogers X Fem Reader

The three of us walk into the military base, I was wearing some itchy tight skirt and blouse. "Clearly you weren't actually born here, right?" I ask, pointing to a sign.

"The idea of me was." Steve nods.

"This skirt is itchy!"

"Shh....Right. Well, imagine you're Shield, running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization. Where do you hide it?" Tony asks.

"In plain sight." Steve points to a structure.

"Alright let's go, I need Y/N with me. She can cut open the container." Tony nods.

We step inside the elevator to see another woman looking at us suspiciously.

As the elevator stops at Tony and I's destination he turns to Steve, "Good luck on your mission, Captain."

"Good luck on your project, doctor." Steve nods, he watches me leave worriedly.

Tony and I find our way in some sort of labs, there was no one here. We pass by many containers until he points to one. I create a laser and cut off the lock, Tony grabs a brief case and puts it in, "Gotcha... Back in the game." Tony high fives me.

"Arnim, you in there? Arnim?" When we hear a voice we instantly turn around, "Hey! Door's this way, guys!" We stop in our tracks and turn around.

"Oh, yeah."  Tony says.

"I'm looking for Dr. Zola. Have you seen him?" My eyes widen once I realize who this is.....our dad.

"Yeah, no, Dr. Zol– No, I haven't seen a soul." Tony awkwardly bumps into a chair. "Pardon me."

"Do I know you?" He looks at us suspiciously.

"No, sir. We're v-visitors from MIT." Tony nods.

"Huh. MIT. Got a name?" He asks Tony.

"Uh– Howard." Tony smiles.

"Well, that'll be easy to remember." Dad smiles.

"Howard– Potts." Tony nods.

"Well, I'm Howard Stark." He holds out hand to shake to Tony.

"Hi." Tony grabs dads finger Instead.

"Shake it, don't pull it." He laughs. "And who is this beautiful lady? Wife?"

"Uh- sister. I'm Y/N.....Y/N Romanoff." I nod, shaking his hand.

"I thought you looked similar." He smiles. "You look a little green around the gills there, Potts."

"I'm fine. Just, long hours." Tony nods.

"Wanna get some air? Hello, Potts."

"Yeah. That would be swell." Tony gulps.

"That way." Dad points, he stops us when we start to walk, "Need your briefcase?" Tony grabs the case. "You're not one of those beatniks, are ya, Potts?" Tony and I awkwardly laugh, following him to the elevator.

Suddenly Tony speaks up, "So, flowers and sauerkraut. You got a big date tonight?"

"My wife's expecting. And, uh– Too much time in the office."

"Congratulations." I nod.

"Thanks. Hold this, will you?" He hands Tony the sauerkraut and me the flowers.

"Yeah, sure. How far along is she?" Tony asks.

"I don't know– Uh– She's at the point where she can't stand the sound of my chewing. I guess I'll be eating dinner in the pantry again." He chuckles.