steve rogers

            “he’s a wildcard but he’s a good friend.” that was the understatement of the year, calling clint a wildcard, but steve felt it got the point across. nothing could really fully prepare a person to deal with clint barton, he was an experience that you just had to live through. steve stepped inside chuckling “apparently with the beard and the longer hair i look like a lumberjack when i wear flannel... and people want to climb me... it’s something to say the least.”

          steve shrugged “either i didn’t get them or they healed quicker than i could turn red.” it was really a minor thing, but there was still a lot about the serum that was unknown so he liked to let trusted people know when he learned something new. “yeah, i missed this place... plus i think brooklyn would go crazy if i have to take her back to the dog hotel again. when i picked her up last night we had to go to a park so she could run off her energy.” he chuckled “i’m okay with short term things but anything too long i’m gonna have to pass.”

            “of course he has.” steve grinned, knowing full well that once clint got something in his head ( that he managed to remember ) he didn’t let it go. “well you might as well start getting used fur everywhere.” he clapped bucky on the shoulder “i swore i’d never do it again but looks like i’m gonna have to break out the flannel and show you around the city. i think even you would start blushing at the comments about being climbed.” steve laughed “back then i’m surprised that my hair didn’t start falling out... hell, facial hair might have made me fall over.”

          steve nearly stood up to check before realising she was joking “oh, you got jokes now?” he smirked “very funny johnson, did no one tell you to respect your elders?” the blonde chuckled as he relaxed in the seat “i can say with 100 percent certainty that the serum prevents sunburns, but beyond that nothing much turned up with this one.”

          steve chuckled “no, i adopted her and they accidently had her in a different kennel so i thought her name was willow at first... brooklyn was a funny coincidence. i kind of want to get her tested for the serum cause she has more energy than i do.” his blue eyes looked past bucky to see brooklyn jumping up and making herself at home in a recliner “hey! people like the beard.” he ran his hand over his beard “i’m dreading they day they make me shave it though, here’s hoping that there’s no world ending events coming because there’s no doubt in my mind they’d want me clean shaven in front of all those cameras.”

          the blonde shook his head and smiled as he grabbed the camera to snap a few shots of the suspect “if i didn’t know any better i’d think you were just trying to find an excuse to kiss me again romanoff.” steve teased her before sitting up a little as well, but still staying mostly hunched over “how was it? working with him i mean. he seem okay?” steve knew that the fact he was awake and in new york meant he was doing good, but steve couldn't help be worry about bucky. he was the last of his family and he wanted to do whatever he could to help him.

          as soon as the door opened brooklyn pushed her way inside, tail wagging so much her entire backside was wagging, and started to explore the place “brooke...” steve sighed “sorry about her, she’s really excitable.” he chucked and shook his head before pulling his oldest friend ( his brother really ) in for a hug “we both know she would have been able to reach me but i’ll let it slide this time.” he teased “it’s good to see you buck... you seem happier without that greasy mop you used to have on your head.”

          steve smiled as he walked into daisy’s office, he was glad to be back at hq and away from all that sand. “i gotta ask a massive favour of you daisy.” he sat down across from her “please, for the love of every god out there, don’t send me somewhere with so much sand ever again. it’s practically coming out of my ears still.”