After All We've Been Through (Steve x reader)

Disappearing Act

   Tony paces the office as you walk up.

    Even from the hall you can catch the words.

   "Hydra. Red Scum. {Captain America Issued Language} Nazi Germany. How the {Captain America Issued Language} does this even work out? Unless..."

  "Tony?" You approach hesitantly.

   Interrupting a project immersed Tony is akin to waking a sleepwalker.

   Tony jumps, his face brightening "Just the person I want to see. I was just about to. call Steve!"

   A lump rises in your throat "Tony! Don't do it! Steve's not really-"

  Tony ignores your refusal and gleefully punches the numbers into his phone "Who knows about the Scum, er, Red Skull? Steve! Who's  almost successful defeated him before? Stevieo! Who can punch Hit-"

   "Steve did take him out!" You protest.

   Tony shakes his head "Uh, hello? He's still alive."

   "Hello, Mr. Stark!" The sound of T'challa's voice is surprisingly comforting.

  "I need to speak to Steve, please." Your reckless team mate is almost like a kid in a candy store.

   "Ah" T'challa sounds disappointed "I'm afraid the Captain left early this morning."

   Tony shoots you a questioning glance.

   I don't know, you mouth back.

   "T'challa? It's Y/N. Did he say where he was going?"

   "I'm afraid not, Y/N. My attendants discovered a fighter jet missing from the hangar. We were unable to track the location. The Captain must have disabled it."

   "What? H-how did he even know how to disable the tracking systems?" A thousand questions and explanations fill your mind.

   Tony heaves a sigh, cursing at quietly under his breath.

    I'm gonna kill him!

    "Why is everyone so {Captain America Issued Language}tight lipped around here?" You turn on Tony "Where's Buck?"

   "Downstairs somewhere" He shrugs, and turns his attention to the phone.

  Fury building  in your chest and you sprint down the stairs.

  What was this, that Steve could just disappear without so much as a note?

   "Buck?"

  Sam jumps to his feet and Natasha spins round when you burst into the kitchen.

  "What's going on?" Sam's eyes search your face.

   "Where is Bucky? I need to talk to him."

   Natasha's eyes are alert as she motions down the hall "I haven't seen him all morning. He's probably still in his room."

    In your mind, you play out all the things your gonna tell that smooth talking creep.

   The door flies open and you gasp in dismay.

   The bed is made perfectly and the stack of loner clothes piled at the foot of the bed are folded. Hair products and toiletries scattered around the bathroom suggest a frantic search.
There is no toothbrush in the holder and no shoes thrown behind the door.

   Sharon would know. Of course, she would.

   Her room is startlingly immaculate. Not a trace of her stay is left and the effect is maddening.

  "He's not here! Sharon's room is empty!" You call out.

  Sam joins you in the hall, shaking his head at the sight.

   Natasha sees your expression "They went with Steve, didn't they?"

   You shouldn't be surprised how much she knows, but it always does.

   "Nat, what is going on?"