in the shadows ? steve rogers

007 ? captain america's shield

Grace glanced at Steve who looked surprised but also determined. "Yes, sir. I'm going to need a team."

"We've already started lining up the best men—"

"All due respect sir," Steve interrupted. "So have I."

Phillips shrugged and nodded before walking into his office. Peggy left to coordinate with MI6 per her orders and Grace walked back to her table to finish her designs. Steve looked at her before following.

"What is it you do for fun around here?" he asked her. She looked up and chuckled.

"It seems that serum gave you some confidence, Captain," she said, smiling. "I usually stay at home."

"Not tonight," he told her and she raised her eyebrows. "Any chance you'd come out for a drink?"

She blushed and shrugged. "Depends who's asking."

"If it was me?"

Grace looked up at him. "Maybe."

⸻ ~~~ ⸻

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 table in the bar. He had just told the group he had saved from Hydra about his plan and the blonde — Dum-Dum — looked at him.

"So let me get this straight." He leaned against the bar stools. "We barely got out of there alive and you want us to go back?"

Steve nodded. "Pretty much."

The men all look at each other before Falsworth chuckled. "Sounds rather fun, actually."

"I'm in."

Steve looked at the Frenchman who nodded. "Je combattrai jusqu'à ce que le dernier de ces bâtards soit mort, enchaîne ou bien qu'il pleure comme un nouveau-né!"

"J'espère tout les trois!" Jones added, laughing. When they both look up, they see the rest of them staring at the two, none of them knowing French. "Oh, uh, we're in."

Dum-Dum set down his glass, a line of foam on his beard. "I'll fight," he said. "Hell, I'll always fight. But you gotta do one thing for me."

"What's that?" Steve asked.

"Open a tab," he replied. "And tell me how to get that cute inventor girl to talk to me."

"I can open a tab."

Dum-Dum nodded. "Good enough."

Steve collected all of the glasses and brings them to the bar where Bucky is sitting. "Another round?" he asked the bartender.

"Where are they putting all this?"

Steve shrugged before sitting beside Bucky who chuckled. "That was the easiest battle of the war."

"What about you?" he asked his best friend. "You gonna follow Captain American into the jaws of death?"

"Hell no." Bucky shook his head before looking over at him. "That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight, I'm following him." Steve smiled and Bucky looked at the poster behind them, now with a sign that said 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘿 — 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿𝙐𝙇𝙀𝘿 across the middle. "But you're keeping the outfit, right?"

"I do seem to have a designer," Steve replied with a shrug.

"So who's the girl?" Bucky asked, taking a gulp of his beer. "The one who you couldn't take your eyes off of when we got back."

"Grace Stark."

"Howard Stark's sister?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah. But just Grace."