Stark Industries, Monday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Steve came back from his meeting at the Triskelion in DC kitted out in a new, slightly less garish, uniform (he'd had a few ideas) and a long, productive meeting with his new STRIKE team. Brock Rumlow seemed like a straight shooter, even if he was slightly drenched in Axe Body Spray, and the rest of the team didn't seem all that impressed about the idea of working with Captain America, much to Steve's unspoken relief. Natasha had been there too, smiling enigmatically as Fury laid out their first op together since the Invasion of New York. It seemed really easy, but Steve knew better than most how something could go to hell in a minute.

"Stark?" he called, pulling the shield off his back as he entered the shop. "You around?"