Steve has never seen Phil attempt to strip as quickly as he does now, and that's saying something. He holds up his hands peaceably, trying to halt the man's progress.
"Whoa, whoa there, where's the fire, Phil?" he asks.
"The mission's over, I'd like to change," Phil answers.
"Well, sure, but you'd think someone had put itching powder in that thing with how fast you're trying to get out of it," Steve notes.
Steve has grown to love Phil's suits, has found an eye for which tie he's wearing and what shade of shirt to match. He's fond of blues on the agent, he's discovered. But today, Phil isn't in a suit. Or to be more precise, Phil isn't in one of his usual suits. For today's mission, Phil had been forced to wear a tactical suit, something Steve had never seen him in. In fact, Steve hadn't even known that Phil had a tactical suit.
At present, the agent has only unzipped it, his regular clothes ready and waiting in a neat pile on the bench beside them. Steve is only glad he managed to stop him before he'd gotten any further.
"I don't particularly care for this suit," Phil admits.
"Why not?" Steve asks, moving closer. He's still in full uniform himself, sans the cowl.
"It feels strange. I'm used to my shirts and ties," Phil says. He rubs the back of his neck. "Plus I've always felt I look a bit… odd wearing one of these."
"'Odd' is not the word I would choose," Steve says, leaning up against the lockers beside him.
Phil gives him an appraising look, like he can't quite tell if he's being jerked around.
"I like it. The tactical uniform," Steve says. He reaches out to tug on the collar as he speaks before tracing the path of the open zipper with his fingers all the way down to Phil's navel. "Specifically, I like you in it."
Phil laughs as that, shaking his head in disbelief. "And since when do you have a thing for uniforms?"
"Since now, apparently," Steve answers. He grins. "Really, Phil, I'm being serious here. You look very handsome wearing this."
Phil is not easily flustered, especially since a great deal of the shine has worn off Steve since they'd first met, which is why the soldier can't help but laugh at his reaction. The agent looks away, his cheeks a healthy pink, and says nothing.
"What, you don't believe me?" Steve asks.
"Not that, just—"
"Alright, alright, break it up in here," Tony says, walking through the locker room, a towel slung low across his hips. "Just because you look cute in your new uniform, doesn't mean anyone wants to watch you and your Star Spangled Boyfriend get all hot and bothered."
"I'll watch," Clint declares, following just behind him.
"Yeah, you would," Tony snorts, rolling his eyes.
"You want to know why Steve likes your tactical uniform?" Clint asks with a Cheshire Cat grin. "It's because it makes your ass look great."
"Like two Christmas hams kissing," Tony agrees. He looks to Phil. "I mean, seriously… who would have guessed you were hiding all that—"
Phil glares as Tony gestures to him from head to toe.
"—under those suits of yours," Tony finishes. "Good job, Cap. A+ catch with this one."
Phil zips the suit back up and gathers his clothes from the bench, a look of calm control on his face as he addresses them. "Since you all feel like behaving like children, I'm getting changed in my office. Barton, stay out of my vents or I'll suspend you for a week."
"I hate to see you leave," Clint calls as Phil beats a hasty retreat, "but I sure do like watching you walk away!"
They hear the door slam before Steve turns his angry gaze on his two teammates. He's not sure when 'Cockblock Captain America' became a game with these two, but he doesn't care for it. Especially not when it means he'll likely never see Phil in that tactical suit again thanks to this conversation. Or so he thinks until he checks his cell.
››I'll bring the tac suit back to the apartment tonight.
He grins to himself as he tucks the phone away. Well, maybe being interrupted wasn't such a bad thing after all.