A/N: Im an annoying twat. According to some. Anyways: enjoy my new improved story. Bye.

Steve Rogers was a courteous man. A kind, yet intimidating man who had a way with his words. Steve was many things, though there was a couple things he would never be.

A puppet was one of them.

Though most wouldn't know it, Steve was never the man to follow orders without a second thought. He may do what he was told, he may not question the order with a voice so rarely used to rebel against anyone, or anything. Often though, most thought that was all there was to him. It was almost like everyone thought he was a man that had no personality, no life outside a gym (which was true to a certain extent) though, that wasn't that case.

Steve was the exact opposite. He did have a mind of his own, a life (sort of) and just because he followed orders did NOT mean he was...well...emotionless. He could think for himself and he would. Yes, he was more...compatible with the thought of well being a good solider, have a plan and sticking to it.

This though...this was crossing a line Steve had hoped to never be crossed.

How could someone be so...never mind that. Steve couldn't think of a word that would suit the disgust building inside his chest, slowly and painfully clawing away at his stone hard determination to stick with Fury's plans. Though, he was never to keen with them in the first place: he didn't question them. The plan...now in his mind the plan was void. How could S.H.E.I.L.D expect to use the Tesseract to make weapons of mass destruction behind his and his team's backs?

With Thor and Banner both gone, Steve was starting to question his usually unfaltering determination, and he wasn't used to this doubt.

Walking through the too-clean white halls of the heli-craft, Steve ran a hand through his usually tidy blonde hair.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

Walking through the twisting hallways with no clear destination in his head, he wandered aimlessly until something-or someone-bumped into him.

"Natasha," He acknowledged, not really in to mood to socialize, and not in the mood to use code names.

Steve hated code names!

"Captain," Natasha nodded and leaning against the wall, she propped herself with her shoulder and crossed her arms, sticking her chin up slightly and meeting Steve's gaze. Though it was hard for him to keep her gaze because-

Her hair was so BRIGHT!

"Stark needs you," She informed him, her green gaze meeting his blue stare and he blinked, slightly taken aback.

"Stark? Why him?"

She shook her head and waved her hand, "Don't ask me Captain, I am just the 'messenger' if you will," Natasha used air quotes when she spoke the word messenger and began off down the hall again. He scoffed slightly at her ability to walk in heels.

Making his way to the main area, he noticed through the glass walls of the laboratory that Stark was hunched down, and made his way to the door where Fury stood, his arms crossed like he was guarding the door almost and motioned to Tony once Steve was in hearing range.

"You know what's up with him?"

Steve shook his head, "No," and frowned slightly, "But, I would like to find out," Fury nodded and moved so Steve could grab the handle and yank open the door catching the faint mumbling of Fury.

"You of all people..." Steve didn't risk a look back and instead came to stand behind Tony who's voice wavered majorly as he spoke.

"We have a problem,"

A/N: Done. I am not ten or eleven as one might believe. I thought I would dive a little deeper into Steve's mind. In my eyes he follows order because he has to, but that doesn't necessarily mean he wants to follow orders.

R&R! :D

-Izzi