A/N: This is my first fanfiction, although I've been reading them for years. I'm stuck on the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and since I make up stories about its characters in my head constantly, I decided to post one and see where it leads. I'm not sure where this story will go, exactly, but I hope to stay true to the characters, especially the ones belonging to Marvel. Please review with contructive criticism if you think that I make a character do or say something that they actually would not.
Thank you for reading!
~PettyWhiteRose
Steve Rogers rode his motorcycle toward SHIELD's Triskelion headquarters on a bright April morning, thinking apprehensively about the day ahead. That it was a morning, and a Monday, did not bother him as he needed much less sleep than the average man. He had already been up for hours, getting in a workout before he started his 'work day'. Steve's hesitance to enter was caused instead by the phone call he had received the night before from SHIELD's Agent Hill.
The phone had rung at nine o'clock, and Steve had fumbled to press the answer key on the touchscreen before holding the device up to his ear.
"Hello, Steve Rogers speaking," he tried to sound professional and not like he'd been watching ridiculous amounts of TV trying to catch up on all the news he'd missed. He'd only been awake for about a week, but he was already bored from sitting around, and the best way he could think of to get out in the new world was to learn about it.
"Captain Rogers," Hill sounded like she was slightly distracted, and the sound of turning pages in the background confirmed it. "Are you free tomorrow morning? We'd like to make an appointment with you around ten-thirty."
"I'm free ma'am. May I ask what this is about?" Steve had been examined by all sorts of doctors, scientists, and various other people since he'd woken up. This was the first time anyone had asked for an appointment, though. He was staying in SHIELD quarters, so they always knew where to find him and when.
"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say exactly what we'll be discussing. Consider it a professional meeting." Hill was still flipping pages.
"I'll need to know where I'm going, ma'am." Steve was already a little tired of the secrecy surrounding pretty much everything at SHIELD. He'd been locked out of the men's room once until someone with a keycard came along.
"The Triskelion, room four-zero-three-one. Thank you for your cooperation, Captain." Hill had stopped reading, and was now focusing on something else. Steve could hear Fury talking in the background.
"Right. Signing off." Steve pressed the End button before remembering that all you had to say was "goodbye" these days, since there were no operators to finish your call. He shrugged it off and filed it away to remember next time.
So for the rest of the night, Steve had gone about his routine occasionally wondering about his meeting in the morning, and more often speculating on the ads that appeared on his television screen. Who needed a foot-shaver, anyway?