Tony stopped as they rounded a corner a few blocks away from Brooklyn that Steve had never seen before. He never had the need to venture into that part of town, the part of town where people like Howard Stark bought office buildings. The genius screwed up his face into a pout, trying to mentally convince Bruce to argue on his behalf that it was a terrible idea to go to the Stark Industries office. If he got the telepathic message, he was ignoring it.

They all stopped and stared at the building, all brick and businessmen and miles away from being anything similar to Tony's modernized offices in the future. They ducked into the area behind a store, this time, and waited for three guys with cigarettes to clear out before huddling together.

Steve determined the best course of action, drawing out a uncomplicated battle plan on an old foreclosure notice Clint had dredged up from his pockets. Natasha occasionally made suggestions, or Tony would point out a point of security his dad had taught to him and would likely still be in place. It was a routine they were comfortable with, and Steve had no problem with his team making suggestions.

That is, until they told him he should sit this one out.

"What?!"

He asked, accidentally bringing out his 'Captain voice', even in a much smaller body. Actually, the small body was the problem, apparently.

They had all unspokenly chosen Bruce to tell him this fact, mostly because he was probably the only one besides Natasha that he wouldn't hit.

"Cap, it's just that we don't want to have to be watching out for you the whole time."

He told him, looking like he would rather be anywhere but there. Steve turned his glare on him so fast that no one would be surprised if his neck had popped a little bit.

"You weigh 95 pounds, dude."

Tony told him, and Steve folded his arms.

"So? I survived twenty years weighing 95 pounds, and I'm the only one who knows this time."

He glared. Tony glared back. Clint poked a cockroach, looking disinterested in infighting.

Natasha ended the debate, swooping in and declaring Steve lookout.

"Just in case."

She said, daring any of them to argue with her (or one of the seventy-three knives stashed on her person).

Steve glared, but allowed his team to start the mission.