Steve shifted in his seat and sighed. He felt uncomfortable going on a mission without his suit and shield. JARVIS had managed to trace the source of the hack to a house in Virginia. Unfortunately, it was in a populated area and going in fully suited would draw too much attention. The team, minus Thor and Natasha, were on a quinjet headed to a nearby base where they would get a car to drive to the location. He shifted again and looked to the front of the jet, where Clint sat with another Shield agent. He thought about asking how much longer the trip would be but he did not want to seem like an impatient child.

"Chill out, Cap. Your twitching is starting to make me nervous. I can only imagine what it's doing to Bruce," Stark said from his spot next to Dr. Banner on the other side of the jet. The doctor looked up at his name, rolled his eyes at their bickering and returned to his book.

"Nerves would imply common sense on your part and I would never credit you with that," he shot back. Stark simply grinned at him and kept staring until he had to ask. "What?"

"I'm just wondering if Barton knows he has competition for the lovely Miss Lewis." Steve frowned and leaned back in his seat, resolved to ignore the other man. "I didn't realize you two even spoke, let alone had romantic interludes on other people's balconies."

Steve shifted again, he really did not want Stark nosing in on his business. "She was upset about not being able to leave the tower. I just wanted to cheer her up."

"Right. Normally I would believe that, what with your knight in star-studded armor complex, but I saw your face. That was a smitten face."

"Stark," he warned.

""Don't get all dower, it's cute. You should have seen it, Bruce. He was so excited, he practically had her thrown over his shoulder. Just think, if I hadn't tossed her at you, you wouldn't even have known she was in the building."

"Just leave it alone." He told the other man, using his sternest tone.

Stark straightened in his seat at the tone, his smirk going from teasing to sharp in an instant. "I don't think I will. I'm enjoying that the oh-so-perfect Captain America isn't above moving in on someone else's territory."

"They're not dating," he defended.

"Not yet, but all that wrestling around in the gym is leading somewhere."

"Tony," Bruce interrupted. "Could you not pick a fight right before a mission?"

The engineer sighed. "Only for you Bruce."

"You're so sweet."

"That's me," Stark replied while leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes. "Sweet as can be."

Steve stewed on the other man's words until Clint informed them that they were landing. He shoved everything aside and resolved to focus on the mission. The drive to the location was tense. He could feel Clint's gaze flicking over him but he stared out the window. When they arrived he double checked the gun and spare clips hidden under his jacket. He vaguely registered Clint doing the same as he turned to face the two in the backseat.

"Banner, Stark you two stay with the vehicle. Barton and I will clear the location. We'll call for you if we run into trouble but hopefully it won't come to that. If we find any tech we'll call you in to take a look."

Stark nodded and pulled his shining silver briefcase off the floor and into his lap. Banner did not respond, he was nervously looking out the windows.

"There's too many people here."

"We'll only call for you if it's absolutely necessary," he reassured the doctor.

Bruce finally nodded. He stopped looking out the windows and leaned back, closing his eyes and taking long, slow breaths.

Steve turned to Clint. "Ready?"

"Ready."

The two men exited the vehicle and made their way down the alley to the other side of the block. They had little difficulty despite the low light. It was just past sunset. The house was located on the opposite side of the street. They paused to survey the street but did not see any movement in the house or anyone on the street that would notice them. It was dark enough that most everyone had gone inside. They casually made their way across the street and to the front door. Steve leaned against the wall next to the door and watched the street as Clint quickly picked the lock. He crossed his arms and slid his hand under his jacket to grasp his gun.

Once Clint swung the door open, Steve took the lead, drawing his gun as soon as he was inside. Clint followed and closed the door. The house was silent. He signaled to Clint and the two men moved swiftly through the house, clearing each room. They found no one.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Steve asked.

"Stark said it was. He knows his tech."

"Yeah," he agreed. They moved back through the house, giving it a more thorough search. looking for any traps or obvious evidence. Again, nothing. Until they reached the kitchen. Laying on the counter was a single manila folder. Steve glanced at the archer before moving to flip open the cover. He knew Clint was swearing loudly next to him, he knew he should tell him to keep it quiet, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything except stare at the contents as anger clouded his vision.

They returned to the vehicle and the two men waiting anxiously.

"What did you find?" Stark asked.

"No one was there. Shield's sending the back-up team to process the location." Clint told them.

"What did you find?" the genius repeated. Steve shoved the folder into his hands and listened to the sharp hiss as he viewed the pictures in it. Bruce and Tony huddled over a holographic display. Steve and Clint sparring in the gym. Tony perched on the corner of Darcy's desk as she smirked up at him. Dr. Foster writing on a white board as Dr. Selvig peered over her shoulder. Clint punching the mirror on his closet door. Steve pulling his motorcycle into the garage with Darcy pressed to his back. Tony sitting on the couch as Pepper straddled him, her shirt open and halfway off.

"Well, we know they got into the security feeds." Starks tone was mild but his face was cold and his knuckles were white with his grip on the papers.

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Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton (c) Marvel