It only took so long to get a read on her location because of the incredible blizzard that had brewed in the region, and it was even almost too dangerous to bring a plane in as close as they did for Steve to jump out of it; the tell-tale avalanche signs were everywhere. Still, he was given five minutes and she should’ve been straight ahead so getting to her and calling the plane back shouldn’t have been a hard mission- much easier than the one Steve was on his way back from when the Lost Natasha issue ensued. She’s Russian, sure, but this weather was wicked and the captain was certain it put quite a damper on her day.
As soon as he touched down onto the snowy hillside he threw his shield to the ground and jumped onto it, crouching to effectively sled his way pretty quickly down the rest of the hill and onto the flat ground where he picked up and started jogging. Calling her name was almost hopeless but he did a few times anyway- he had a powerful voice after all. Time seemed to fly but then things happened in the wrong sequence- the timer on his wrist alerted him of the jet taking off to safer ground until the storm passed. He was supposed to have found Natasha before then, but instead he was just coming to her form in the distance, red hair bright against the blank, whipping tundra that surrounded them.
Immediately after reaching her he tucked her against his side and slung his shield out, ducking to protect both of their faces from the raging snow. “Jeeze, lady! Didn’tcha check the weather forecast?” He almost had to shout despite how close they were and he leaned into the wind to keep from losing his balance. “Fuckin’ crazy out here, you alright?”
"Are you feelin’ any better?" He asked slipping in through the bedroom door after his time at the gym where he showered as well- typically he’d wait on that but since Howard had been sick last night, maybe not. At least he could tell the man was stirring which was a great sign at 10:30 in the morning.
Steve moved beside the bed and let his bag down, squatting in front of Howard and giving a weak smile, pushing a set of fingers through his hair. “All that crazy stuff injected into you ‘n you still catch a stomach bug.”
"Hi," Steve said pleasantly as he strolled in to Phil’s office where the man was tip-tapping away at his computer as usual. Well- usually he was out in the field nowadays but the recent week brought a lull and so Phil was in his office.
The captain strolled straight up behind his chair and stretched his arms out on either side of Phil to grip the sides of the desk and support himself in this leaning position. From there his head dipped to one side of the agent’s and he lifted a brow at the screen.
"I hope that’s not as mundane as it looks,"
Steve grunted in discontent and nudged into her stomach a bit. “I don’t care what they expect,” He couldn’t say the same about caring for her opinion of him in a suit. But still, it wasn’t quite enough motivation. “‘m Captain America,” He grumbled, muffled somewhat. “I make my own schedule.”
✴—- “C’mon, Steve, level with me here. If you don’t show up, Stark is gonna blame me.” She shifted a little, her hands working to get him to look at her. “There’s gotta be something I can give you in exchange.” -—✴
"I’ll insist it was my fault," His head was sort of propped up on her chest now and his brows were bent in. "Besides, who gives a damn about Tony? S’not like it’s his birthday I wanna skip,” The soldier pursed his lips afterwards. “You don’t gotta go either, the plan is we both stay here where it’s comfortable and quiet and no one’s tryna talk to us or ask us questions.”
All gave some, some gave all.
"Gotta be all that knowledge you seem to have, Doc."