She split off to head uptown to where the time stone was, while he caught up with Tony and Scott. They hadn’t made much progress, having to detour to avoid the chaos and the attacking Chitari zooming by overhead.
“Guys! Over here,” he called. “Nat’s gone and the others have moved downtown by now. Fighting should be done soon, or at least contained, so they’ll meet at the Tower to converge on Loki. We need to hurry.”
They set off at a determined pace, careful to keep
The two original Avengers had agreed beforehand to stick to calling each other (and Scott) by first name, and the 2012 versions by their superhero identities, to keep things straight. Steve honestly didn’t feel like he was Cap anymore anyway, even with the familiar burden and weight on his arm and back.
At the Tower, Tony and Scott flew up and hid in the common living room, where just as Steve had predicted, the others had gathered around a slightly Hulk smashed demi god. Tony kept up a running commentary, including a few snarky comments about Cap’s ass in his suit – the same suit that Steve was currently wearing, at least on the outside. In a fit of delusional whimsey while hiding in Wakanda, he had asked Shuri to upgrade his suits – both the Cap ‘spangles edition’ and the darker blue stealth suit.
The princess had outdone herself, using vibranium mesh between layers of tightly woven material, as well as plenty of hidden pockets for slim tools and weapons. As a result, Steve’s – and Natasha’s – suits were light, breathable, could stop a bullet, and ensured that he would never be fully defenseless again.
By contrast, Cap’s suit was the one Coulson had helped to design. It definitely didn’t breathe and wasn’t nearly so lightweight -or easy to get on and off. Steve absolutely did not miss it.
“Tony. Focus please. And not on my ass. Never, ever, again.” He said, rolling his eyes. He was inwardly a bit relieved at the commentary though, since it was a sign that Tony had truly forgiven him for their past feud, if he was feeling comfortable enough to snark and tease again.
“Sitwell and STRIKE team have the scepter and are nearly in the public elevator Steve. Go now.”
Steve slipped around the corner and strode confidently to the elevator, catching it just before it closed. He paused, fighting a surge of déjà vu at the sight of his old team and Rumlov staring back at him, before he stepped smoothly into their midst, right in between Sitwell and Rumlov. He could feel their collective gaze on his back. It made his shoulderblades itch, even through the shield.
“Something wrong, Captain?” Sitwell finally ventured. “Did we forget something?”
“No. I just wanted to catch you before you left.” Steve replied easily. “I just received counter orders from the Director. He has agreed that I should take point on the scepter.”
“Sir?” Sitwell frowned, exchanging a look with Rumlov. “I should call him and confirm – “