Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

If You Stumble... Pt.1/3

You frowned. Who the hell was he? Why was he here? Now of all times.

You were just opening your mouth to ask when he beat you to it.

"Madam. I'm here to give you drive you to your... date," he informed you formally, wavering a bit at the end as if he didn't know what the proper word was. It had you frowning harder, a chill of fear creeping up your spine. "Captain Rogers got held up in the meeting and asked me to pick you up."

Your suspicion spiked. Yeah? And why didn't he let you know?

"And who you might be?"

"Apologies, madam," he swiftly pulled out a simple and very familiar card from the front pocket of his jacket. You squinted at it. "Agent Morales of SHIELD, at your service."

Was he... was he really showing you... that?

"Why are you showing me your driving licence?" you asked, perplexed. What the hell? Either this was a bad guy with zero experience or he was simply an idiot.

A smile played on his lips when you looked up at his face. "Captain Rogers said you'd be able to see if it was fake unlike with our service badges."

For few moments, there was deadly silence between you. You stared at the licence in front of you, surprised he actually handed it to you to inspect it. You only needed seconds to tell this truly was George Morales' proper driving licence. Still, you watched it a little longer, unable to form words.

And then you burst out laughing, the tension in your shoulders easing.

You gave Agent Morales his card back, the amusement on his face not escaping your notice. Turned out he wasn't an idiot in the end; he was just victim of Steve's wit, not that he seemed to mind. It had been a short and unpleasant talk with Steve, about someone possibly wanting to get to him through you if they knew you were dating – or worse, actually knew about you being his soulmate – and it was followed by longer, not any more appealing talk encouraging you to be slightly paranoid.

So you were. Nevertheless, this man definitely convinced you he had been sent by Steve.

Agent Morales beckoned to a car with dark windows standing nearby.

"Shall we?"

You only nodded in response, unable to hold back another chuckle as you climbed in the back, silent 'wow' escaping you when you saw the black leather of the seats.

"Can I ask what held him up?"

"Meeting, madam. If I may... people in high places can be rather insistent."

"Yeah, I bet..." you murmured, trying to contain the shadow of sadness at not seeing Steve just yet.

One hand on the wheel, the agent offered you his phone. You tilted your head in confusion, but accepted it. There was an unmistakable triangle in the middle of the black screen – a video to watch, you realized.

"What is it?"

"The gathering is at the Tower. We were informed that everything will be recorded. Mr.Stark was generous enough to provide me the footage for you," he explained, but you weren't sure what exactly it meant.

"A footage of what?"

You caught his grin in the rear mirror. "You'll see, madam. Let's just say I watched videos of Captain Rogers in the field-" Well, at least someone did. "- and training, but this is the most badass thing I saw him do."

Your eyebrows shot up at the informal language he used and you tapped on play.

The frame was rather small for such space of the conference room, but you could easily recognize Steve and Tony siting at the table as well as a black man with an eye patch – what the hell – and three more men in suits; Agent Morales by the door and two sitting at the table, looking like very important people you wouldn't want to cross paths with.