The next day, Tony called you back into the briefing room to get the specifics for Friday's date. You were thankful that he and the team had a game plan for this. Tony planning things by himself was always dangerous. You had definitely been on the receiving end of Tony's spontaneous plans, which usually never went the way he intended for them to go. Having the entire team, not just Tony, work on this eased your worries. Unfortunately, Natasha and Wanda were still working on whatever it was Tony had tasked them with. Clint and Vision were currently out on a last minute mission. So, it was just you, the three army veterans, and the billionaire. It made for quite the dynamic. You were currently seated at the table next to Steve while Sam and Bucky sat on the opposite side of you. Tony stood at the front of the room with a remote in his hand.

"FRIDAY, cue the presentation, please," he bellowed.

"Right away, sir," the AI replied. Instantly, the lights dimmed and a holographic projection of a presentation appeared behind Tony. Just as he was about to start his presentation, you spoke up.

"Did you really make a PowerPoint for this?"

"A stroke of genius, I know," he retorted.

"Probably your best idea yet," Sam smirked. Everyone laughed, minus Tony.

Tony cleared his throat, "Anyway, we're going to go through a basic rundown on what's going to happen Friday night. If you have any questions, please keep them to yourself. I don't want to hear them."

"What about-," Bucky interjected.

"Barnes," Tony warned, glaring at him.

"Hey, why don't we-," Sam started.

"Shush!" Tony cut him off. You rolled your eyes and smiled slightly. Those two could go on bothering Tony for hours if no one stopped them. Tony was never able to stop them himself, because he often got too caught up in their shenanigans. You always thought he secretly enjoyed it. So, it was up to either you or Steve to end it. But you weren't going to stop them, at least not yet. It's not that you didn't want to hear what Tony had to say, you were just enjoying the friendly squabble unfold before you. They continued to bicker back and forth. You glanced at Steve and saw a small smile on his face. He was enjoying it, too. He caught your eye and you gave him a knowing look.

Steve leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, "We should probably put an end to this." You could feel his hot breath on your skin. It sent a slight shiver down your spine.

"Be my guest," you offered, gesturing towards the group.

"But I always do it," he protested.

"They're your friends, Steve."

"They're your friends, too."

"They listen better to you."

"That's not true and you-"

"Ooh, Capsicle and Y/N are having a moment," Tony blurted. You immediately looked away from each other, your cheeks both dusting pink. Was it really a moment? It didn't feel like anything special. It felt normal, natural even, being that close to him. You didn't want to overanalyze it, though, not right not at least.

"Can you get on with the presentation, please, Tony?" you asked, hoping he wouldn't bother you and Steve any further. That was the last thing you needed.

"I don't know, can I?" he retorted. You looked at him flatly. "Okay, let's get started. I've already set up a time and place for Friday," he clicked to the first slide with the name of the restaurant, 'Le Bernardin', and the time, '7:00pm'. "It's fancy, but not high end." That most likely meant it was high end. "I personally know the owner and have informed him of the situation. So if anything does get a little weird, he won't be freaked out." He knew the owner personally? Yep, definitely high end.

The second slide popped up and you nearly fell out of your chair. This slide had a picture of the interior of the restaurant. The walls were all covered in dark wood panels. A giant abstract painting, that had to of cost thousands if not millions of dollars, hung on the wall. In the middle of the dining area was a table covered in a satin white table cloth. Four giant, rectangular, glass vases sat atop it with giant hydrangeas delicately placed inside them. Each table also had satin white table cloths. The chairs alongside the tables were plush and dark brown. The place setting was incredibly over whelming. There were way too many spoons and forks to make sense of. And the dishes! They were rimmed with gold. You hoped to God it wasn't real gold.

"Not high end, my ass!" you hollered. "There's no way in hell I can afford this place. Not to mention, I'll stick out like a sore thumb there."

"Not to worry," he waved. "I've got the bill covered. You deserve to go somewhere a little fancy. And regards to 'sticking out like a sore thumb'," he put in air quotes, "I've also got that covered."

You crossed your arms over your chest and slumped down into your seat. "Okay, okay."

"Good." He switched to the next slide. "We'll have you take a cab to the restaurant. We can't have you arriving in style in one of my easy to distinguish cars. You'll go up to the hostess and she'll lead you to the table. You'll talk to the guy and when we think we've gotten all the information we need from him, we'll give you the signal to get the hell out of there. You'll say something to him along the lines of 'Hey'-smirk or something, I don't know-'wanna get out of here?'" he said in a sultry voice.

"Channel my inner Tony, got it," you replied.

"Exactly. Then you'll lead him out the front and we'll be there waiting for him." You nodded.

"Tony and I will be up in the air circling the building to keep a look out for any suspicious behavior," Sam added.

"Bucky and I will be on the ground doing the same thing. Bucky will be stationed at the front door and I'll be at the back." Bucky nodded as Steve continued. "He's an important guy to HYDRA, so we suspect he'll have guards or something in the surrounding area."

"As for your date, here's what to expect," he said as clicked to the next slide with a few photos of the man in question. You grimaced. His first photo was a cliché mirror selfie. That was always a telltale sign of douchebag. He had dark brown slicked back hair. It was pretty obvious he used way too much styling gel, because his hair looked greasy. He had a pointed nose and a well defined jawline. He was muscular, but not nearly as much as Steve or Bucky. He looked very stoic in his photos. He definitely gave off a narcissistic vibe.

"This is William Rowland. A real catch, as you can see. We know he's pretty high up in HYDRA's ranks. He's not at the top, but he should have top level information that hopefully you can get out of him. Let's see, his bio says he's 6'3, loves dogs…and promotes world peace. I'm pretty sure he's killed a guy."

"So I'm going on a date with a murderer, great," you replied flatly.

"At least he likes dogs," Bucky chimed in.

"You know," you paused, "this actually might not be the worst date I've ever been on." They all looked at you with skepticism.

"Really?" Steve asked. You nodded.

"Do tell," Sam encouraged.

"Okay, so I had this friend in high school who set me up on a blind date. She said she thought we'd be a perfect match. I believed her and agreed to go on a date with this mystery guy. I was on my way to meet him, when some guy rammed into the side of my car. I pulled over and he got out of his car and started yelling at me for hitting him. It was clearly his fault, but he wasn't convinced. He kept saying he had to be somewhere, so he couldn't wait for the cops to come. We exchanged information and he went on his merry way. I called the cops anyway to get things sorted out.

"By the time I got to the restaurant, my date was already there. I saw him from afar sitting in the back of the restaurant. He looked oddly familiar, but I thought it was probably just because we went to school together. But when I got closer, he turned out to be the guy who hit me just minutes earlier." Sam and Bucky erupted in laughter.

"Nuh uh!" Sam bellowed.

"No way!" Bucky yelled.

"Yep," you nodded.

"Wow," Tony muttered. "Even I haven't had a date that bad."

"What can you do?" you shrugged. "Let's just hope this Tinder date goes better."

You noticed Steve was awfully quiet. You gave him a quick glace and noticed his jaw was clenched. Was he…angry? You had no idea why. Was he upset by the story you just told or your upcoming date? He seemed like he was hiding something from you. You two had an open and honest relationship with each other. That meant you told each other everything. Every time someone got on your nerves at work, every time your coworkers didn't do their job and you had to pick up their slack, every time a mission didn't go the way he wanted it to, every time Tony pressed his buttons too much. Everything. You were determined to ask him what was bothering him later.

"Well," Tony spoke up, breaking you from your thoughts. "That's the end of my presentation. Any questions?" Bucky and Sam's hands went up instantly. He turned to them with an annoyed look. "Not from you two," he scolded. He turned to look at you. "Y/N?" he asked with calmer tone. You shook your head.

"Alright! We'll regroup on Friday." He gathered his belongings and left the room. Sam and Bucky soon followed suit. You and Steve were the only ones who remained in the room. You let out a heavy sigh and turned to face Steve.

"Alright Rogers, spill it," you said a little more harshly than you intended.

"Spill what?" he asked. You rolled your eyes. You knew he knew what you meant.

"What's bothering you," you replied flatly.

"Nothing's bothering me."

"Steve," you gave him a pointed look. He sighed and looked away from you.

"I don't know how I feel about this," he mumbled.

"About what? Me? The mission? Tony and his terribly expensive taste?" you asked hoping to lighten his mood with the last question. It worked because he let out a laugh.

"No no, I know exactly how I feel about Tony," he looked at you with a small smile. "It's you I'm worried about."

"Me?"

"And the mission!" he added quickly. "You and the mission."

"What are you worried about? I'm going to be in some the best hands in the entire universe. I'll be alright, Steve," you reassured.

"Yeah. It's just-I don't," he paused as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," he said barely above a whisper. You were slightly taken aback by his words. You knew you two were close. Extremely close for that matter. Was he saying that because of your friendship or was there something more there? There was definitely something in his tone of voice that was throwing you off, but you couldn't put your finger on what it was. You shook off the pestering thoughts and replied.

"Well, if you're so worried about that, let's do everything in our power to prevent something like that from happening."

"That's the goal," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

"I have an idea," you smirked.

"What?" he asked apprehensively, but with a gleam in his eyes.

"Remember way back in the day when we first met?" He nodded. "I was sitting at the receptionist's desk and Tony was there?" He nodded again. "And he kept poking me with-oh, what was it? Pencils?"

"Mhm" he nodded with a smile.

"And then you said to me, 'Remind me later to give you some self-defense lessons. You're going to need them around him, '" you said in a mocking tone. Steve's smile got bigger. "That was years ago, Steve. I'm still vulnerable to Tony's pencil attacks!" you joked.

"We'll start tomorrow," he laughed.