Author's note: Sorry it took so long to update, I just wasn't feeling inspired towards the Avengers at all and focused mainly on my main muse, the Monkees. Also, thanks to special agent ali for giving me a push back towards the Avengers fics.

Disclaimer: I do not own the A-Team, although I wish I did merely so I could have the honor of meeting one of my favorite actors, Dwight Schultz.

"Alright, you're dismissed." Nick Fury ended the debriefing and the rest of the team began filing out of the room. "Captain America," He said. "I need to speak with you for a moment."

Steve would have groaned if that had been polite. He figured he already knew what Fury was going to say. The meeting had been to inform the team that, due to "performance issues," which really meant getting the job done but not as quickly or efficiently as Fury would have it, he had decided they were going to do some "team training," which was they would go out into a massive training facility in the middle of nowhere and work together as a team to survive a series of simulations Fury had dreamed up.

But that was only a part of why Fury wanted to speak to Steve alone. The real issue was not even Steve at all.

"Where was Stark during the debriefing?" Fury asked, getting straight to the point.

Steve sighed. "Said he had an important business meeting," He said. "Couldn't skip out on it."

Fury raised one eyebrow, not buying it. "Oh?" He said. "Well then, whenever he isn't busy, I want you to tell him about the training exercise. He's not getting out of this one."

"Yes sir," Steve said, but inwardly, he chuckled. As if it would be that easy. If Tony had been the kind of guy to attend training meetings, then they wouldn't have needed a team training exercise to begin with. But he wasn't going to tell Fury that. He was a soldier, first and foremost. Soldiers obeyed orders, there's was not to question why. Which was part of Stark's problem, actually.

"I'll tell him," He promised with a small smile. Fury smiled back. Fury's smiles always kind of creeped Steve out. He was reminded of a character on some TV show Tony had insisted he watch, the A-Team.

"Don't smile at me like that!" One of the characters had said to the other. "It's not even a real smile, it's just a bunch of teeth messing with my head!"

It was like Fury had some bigger plan thought out than what he was willing to share, one which would cause a lot more problems than he was willing to admit. Like he was, as they'd said on the show, "on the Jazz," whatever that meant.

Yeah. Fury was on the Jazz.

"Hey, Tony, Fury wasn't too happy about you missing the meeting today," Steve said, walking into the kitchen to find Tony making himself a sandwich.

"Yeah, well, Fury can call and schedule an appointment if it means that much to him," Tony said, looking tired. "Pepper would have killed me if I missed that meeting. You know, I get the feeling Fury's forgotten just how much work goes into being the richest man on Earth."

Steve chuckled. "Well, he told me to relay the important stuff to you," he said. "Mainly, he's decided we're not doing as good of a job as we could, and so he's arranged for us to go to a training facility in Nevada and do some training exercises."

Tony peered at him. "You're kidding, right?" He said.

Steve smiled. "I'm afraid not," he said. "Don't kill me, I'm just the messenger."

Tony chuckled. "You know, I get the feeling Fury's forgotten just how much work goes into being the Mightiest Heroes on Earth."

"Tell me about it," Steve said. "Let me tell you, Natasha didn't look too pleased when he criticized her accuracy on that last mission."

"You mean the one where she threw twenty-three knives at a moving target and only twenty-two of them hit the exact center of the heart and one hit it on the left side? No, see, Fury's got a point. With work as sloppy as that, I was embarrassed to call her a teammate myself."

Steve laughed. "Honestly, I considered Fury lucky that she didn't decide to prove just how accurate her aim really is."

"No kidding," Tony said. "But anyway, you can tell Fury that I think I'll skip out on this little team-bonding thing he's got planned."

"He's not going to take no for an answer very easily," Steve warned.

"Well, that's too bad," Tony said. "Maybe if he'd chosen a different facility, I wouldn't mind showing up for a little while. But seriously, the one in Nevada? Shameful."

"You've been there?" Steve asked.

Tony scoffed. "Designed it," he said. "The weapons systems, the security, the climate simulations, all of it."

"Oh," Steve said. "Then... why is it shameful?"

"It's way too easy," Tony said with a smirk. "It's as if he just handed me his laptop and gave me the password for his top secret files. There'd be no challenge in it for me. Besides, I don't do team bonding."

Steve laughed. "So, I take it you'll be skipping out on the exercise, then?"

"Sorry, Cap, it's just not my cup of tea," Tony said. "My cup of tea is mostly coffee, with a bag of Chai Spice thrown in, sweetened with milk and sugar and topped off with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and caramel sauce."

Steve blinked, momentarily forgetting what he'd been talking about in the first place. "That can't be healthy," he said.

Tony shrugged. "Tastes better than your cup of tea," he said.

"And what do you think my cup of tea is?" Steve asked, curious in spite of himself.

Tony smirked. "There's only one cup of tea for you," he said. "Iced."

Steve chuckled. "Right," he said. "In that case, I guess I'll just tell Fury you're out. Let me know if you change your mind."

"Oh, oh oh!" Tony said, sitting up straight and grinning like an idiot. "Guess what Bruce's cup of tea is? Green tea!" He pounded his fist on the table as he laughed. "And Natashalie's tea is black tea. You know, 'cause she's the black widow, and she'd need a lot of sugar to sweeten her up!"

Steve just shook his head and began to walk away, but he couldn't help but smile as the billionaire behind him continued to rant about their cups of tea.

He was just glad Tony couldn't see his smile. The last thing he wanted was to encourage him.

Steve was getting ready to place the call to Fury and let him know that Stark was out when JARVIS's voice came on over the intercom. "Mr. Rogers," It said. "Mr. Stark would like me to inform you that he has changed his mind and plans to attend the exercise with you and the rest of the team."

"Really?" Steve asked the open air. He was finally getting used to the AI's presence, although it still unnerved him slightly when JARVIS spoke to him when he wasn't expecting it. "What made him change his mind?"

"Can you keep a secret, sir?" JARVIS asked, much to Steve's confusion.

"Uh, yeah," He said. "Why? What is it?"

"Mr. Stark has decided Director Fury needs to be reminded of exactly who he is dealing with," JARVIS informed him.

Steve laughed. "Oh, Tony," he said. "You have my word, JARVIS, not a word of this will reach Director Fury."

"Thank you sir," JARVIS said. "And Mr. Stark would like me to tell you that he always knew there was a bit of a rebel in you somewhere."

Steve chuckled. "Yeah..." He said. "Maybe there is." It wasn't all that proper, him being a soldier and all that. But, perhaps a few questions now and then couldn't hurt. Following a leader blindly never got anything done, that's why he had wanted to go to war to begin with.

Cap the Rebel. It didn't sound quite right.

"JARVIS?" he said.

"Yes sir?"

"Tell Tony I'm just an innocent bystander. He can be the rebel this time through."

"Very good sir," JARVIS replied. "He says he will gladly leave your name out of it."

Steve smiled. Tony was another person to look out for, he decided. Especially when he was on the Jazz.