8am NY (8pm R)
"Who's is this?" Clint asks, holding up Steve's ringing phone.
"Mine," Steve hops up from eating breakfast and takes the phone from Clint. He checks the caller ID, even though he already knows who it is. "Thanks," he answers the call and says "Hi. Hold on one minute." He shuts his door, sits down at his desk, and places the phone on speaker beside his little black recorder. "Hey, sorry about that. How's it going, Bucky?"
"Pretty good actually. We've secured the drug and taken the two men hostage. QJ 83 is here to bring us home so I can't talk long. I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way back: safe and sound."
"I'm glad to hear that. Can't wait to see you and hear all about it."
"I've gotta go now."
"Okay. Be careful and stay safe."
"You got it. Pilot needs some intel before we take off. See you soon old chap!"
"Who are you calling old?!"
Bucky chuckles "Bye Steve," and hangs up.