slams a stack of papers onto the coffee table Y/N! Where is your report? rubs the bridge of his nose Again. If you don't start filing them out, you will be benched.

leaning back Cap, you know paperwork is a form of torture, right? Geneva Convention and all that. I'm pretty sure I've got a lawyer who could argue it.

turning to glare Tony, you're not helping.

I'm entertaining. There's a difference.

strolling in with a bowl of cereal Ooh, is it Report Time? My favorite part of the week. Almost as good as watching Barnes try to use the toaster.

pinching the bridge of his nose harder Where is Bucky?

from the kitchen, muffled Don't drag me into this. I did my paperwork.

from the hallway That's because you can't sleep anyway. Some of us were actually enjoying our day off.

scanning the room, frustrated Anyone seen Y/N?

Last I saw them, they were heading toward the training room.

sighing deeply Of course they were.

standing You want me to fetch the little elemental gremlin for you, Cap? I can send a drone. Or a very passive-aggressive text.

already heading toward the door No. I'll handle it myself.

muttering to Bucky You owe me twenty bucks. Told you he'd crack before lunch.

appearing in the doorway I never agreed to that bet.

That's not how bets work, Barnes.

pausing, turning back Anyone else have something to add, or can I go find our newest team member before they decide to reenact the last mission solo?

smoothly You might want to check the east wing. The vents there are easier to hide in.

staring at her How do you know that?

I know a lot of things, Steve.