It was the next day and Steve had woken just an hour ago from a somewhat restless sleep. After waking up he had headed for the small cafeteria where he would be able to get breakfast. The cafeteria was fairly similar to a high school lunch room with its buffet line and circular tables with the stools attached to the table. However the food was considerably better, apparently SHIELD had some pretty high class cooks.

Steve had filled his plate with eggs, bacon, sausage and hash browns, and while normally he would have been able to clean the plate, now he felt as if he would hardly even be able to eat a quarter of it. There were a couple of other people in the room, all of which were sitting at a table together. Steve was getting odd looks from them, clearly they weren't high enough level clearance to have been directly notified of his current state. They probably just assumed he was some pathetic new recruit. So in order to avoid uncomfortable questions, Steve took a seat at an empty table and began to eat his breakfast alone.

As he had predicted, he hadn't even eaten a quarter of what was on his plate when he began to feel full. He was pushing the eggs around on his plate disinterestedly when Natasha and Clint sat down next to him.

"Not hungry?" Natasha asked as she set down her own plate of toast, eggs and fruit.

"I guess not." Steve said, abandoning the fork and setting it down next to his plate.

Clint took a long swig of orange juice out of bottle before giving him a quizzical look.

"You know, it might do you some good to eat up. Just saying." He said.

"I can't eat as much as I used to." Steve sighed, eyeing Clint's filled up plate that he would probably clean off, unlike Steve.

"It won't matter for long, we'll figure out what happened and reverse it." Natasha said without any hesitation, she sounded convinced that it were true.

Steve knew he should share Natasha's confidence, but ever since waking up as his skinny self he had felt much more unsure. He knew he was still the same man as he had been before, and yet he felt as though he lacked the confidence and certainty he had once had.

Just then he heard two simultaneous buzzing sounds. Both Natasha and Clint pulled phones out of their pockets. Natasha glanced over at Clint. "Fury wants us to meet him in the conference room." She said.

"Yeah I see that." Clint said as he looked at a message on his phone.

"Do you think the agent in Russia got some information? Clint asked, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

"I guess we'll find out." Natasha said.

Steve pulled his own phone out of his pocket. No messages.

"You can probably come-" Natasha began but Steve cut her off.

"No, it's fine. It's not my mission. Go see what Fury wants." He said, trying to sound as uncaring as possible.

Clint stuffed one last piece of bacon into his mouth before swinging his legs over the side of the seat and getting up.

"Better hurry if we don't want to get a lecture." He said through the mouthful of bacon.

Natasha gave Steve a long look before she too got up and left the cafeteria.

There's nothing to be bitter about. Don't be immature. Steve thought to himself.

It's just not your mission.