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Tony cocked his head to the side before looking down at the body again.

"How so?"

"Do you ever think to look before you go blasting at everything?" The face mask went up on Tony's suit showing a raised eyebrow.

"So let me get this straight? You are blaming me for saving your life, and not looking both ways before I cross the street?" The humor in Tony's voice made Steve boil.

"Do you ever take anything seriously?"

Tony once again cocked his head to the side. "Yes, Pepper say I-" he didn't get to finish before Steve shoved him a few feet away only to have him land hard on the grass. Someone shouted in protest as Rhodes went to Tony, leaving Sam and Clint to grab Steve.

"What the hell?" Clint asked as he stood in front of his team leader. Steve ignored him as he watched Stark stand up. Anger filled his face as his face plate went back down.

"If you wanted to play Captain, all you had to do was say so," Tony said through his suit. Even with the mechanical voice, he sounded pissed. Steve didn't care, as he adjusted his grip on his shield.

Natasha stepped in between the two men. "Come on now boys, we were just having some fun. Let's not ruin it."

Neither men spoke. Finally, Steve licked his dry lips, sending a glare in Tony's direction. "You can explain to Fury why this man is dead."

"What's the big deal?" Tony asked, anger still evident in his voice but this tone also sounded confused.

"If you bothered to read the file," Steve seethed. "You would have known that S.H.I.E.L.D. needs him alive. He was going to lead them to the headquarters of HYDRA. He was our only lead. Now he's dead." With that, Steve shrugged off Clints arm and stalked towards the Quinjet.

"What the hell is his problem?" Sam asked no one in particular.

"He's been off the past couple of days," Clint added.

Tony huffed. "He's Steve Rogers. He always has a stick up his ass."

The sound of metal on metal filled the tense air causing all to turn. All eyes fell on Steve who was smashing his shield into the side of the Quinjet. Dents in the side became evident causing Sam and Clint to rush over with Rhodes following behind.

"Ease up man, we need to get home!" Sam shouted. Steve ignored him and continued on his destructive path. Clint reached out to grab his shoulder but backed off when Steve turned around.

His breathing came out in labored breaths as his chest rose and fell quickly. His grip on the shield tightened for a second as everyone gathered around.

"What the hell?!" Tony snapped as he eyed the damage.

"Tony-" Natasha started.

"No! He might have ruined the jet! How the hell are we supposed to get back?"

Steve opened his eyes and glared at the man in Iron. "Are you seriously worried about the jet right now?" His tone was calm despite his tense and anger filled demeanor.

"Yes! Do you know how long it will take to get this thing up and running if you damaged it?"

"The man is dead!" Steve shouted causing Clint to jump slightly. "God!"

Tony stared at the man as if he had a million heads. He opened his mouth but Natasha shook her head and motioned for everyone to leave. One by one they all left off to do God knows what.

Turning to her friend, she stared at him with a blank expression. Steve stared back at her, waiting for her to say something. The only sound that was made was his uneven breathing. Finally, he spoke.

"What?"

"I never thought I would have to say this, especially to you."

"Say what?"

"Steve Rogers, you are over a hundred years old. You know better than to smash things or throw your shield at people."

Silence surrounded them as they stared at each other. After a few minutes of just staring, a snort left Steve's mouth. Natasha gave him a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You sure, cause what I just saw is not the Steve Rogers I know."

"A lot has changed," Steve said in an indifferent tone. Tilting her head to the side, Natasha regarded him carefully.

"I don't think so. I think something is going on with you and you would rather keep it than tell someone about it. We're a team again. We need to communicate."

"Are we?"

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "Are we a team again?"

She glanced back at the other Avengers who were walking about separated into groups. One group contained Team Iron Man and the other Team America. Together but still separated. Turning back to Steve she nodded slowly.

"Yes, we're a team. We just need some time to get used to it again. It was going well until you threw your shield at Tony." Steve looked at the scientist who kept stealing glances at him.

"I feel like everyone will be fine," Natasha continued, "if you and Tin head over there talk and bury the hatchet."

"Easier said than done. That would require the man to listen, something that he doesn't do." A smirk graced the lips of the Black Widow.

"True. Well if Stark won't listen, then you make him listen. We need a leader, Rogers. Preferably one that doesn't go off smashing things when he gets upset. So are you going to step up or continue to throw temper tantrums?"

Steve gave her a chilly glare but she looked back at him, waiting on an answer. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before letting out a loud whistle. All eyes fell on them. Stepping forward, Steve looked down at the star on his shield before looking up. Clenching his jaw, he spoke in a firm but controlled tone.

"Get Naki on the jet and let's get out of here." Some nodded after hearing the authority that usually came out of the Captains mouth. Natasha nodded slightly giving her approval before boarding the jet to see if it would start. One by one all the Avengers boarded their ride home, taking a seat.

The jet started and took to the air, luckily for them. Natasha looked back at her friends and once again noted that they were separated by teams.

"We're a team, but it'll take a miracle to get us back together," she mumbled to herself as she started flying towards S.H.I.E.L.D.

The whistling sound of the air passing by slammed everyone's ear drums as all eyes went to the dent sized whole that was created by Captain America. Tony glared at him.

"A big miracle," Black Widow corrected.