The young woman gave her waitress a dazzling smile, the outer edges of her eyes giving a light crinkle, before she returned to her device. She made faces to herself as she sat in perfect silence, ignoring the world around her while small portraits with short amounts of data popped on the private screen. HYDRA agents, every last one. Aside from the mission she was to complete with Captain Rogers, she had been given a hit list. She had to find the HYDRA agents and capture who she could and kill who she pleased. She had a very specific kill list and she was eager to begin. Her first lead was in Syria. Unfortunately for the world, HYDRA wasn't just in the United States. They were everywhere. And they'd been passing out government secrets from all over the world to the highest bidders. The world was on the brink of disaster. 

“Roadhouse?!”

She had gotten so caught up that she hadn't noticed Amelia taking a seat until the other young woman had spoken -- though young might be a stretch when talking Astrid's age. She looked up with a startled expression before giving a soft laugh and a grin. “Actually, I [I]do[/I] have a date. His name happens to be Steve Rogers. My dad set me up with him and I don't think we have a single thing in common other than our obviously amazing physical gifts.” She did a few cheesy Vogue poses from her seat before laughing gently. “Honestly, I'll probably never see him again after this date.” Not a complete lie. They'd have their mission and soon after they'd part ways. Astrid had her own agenda and she didn't have time to be making eyes at lifesize Fourth of July Ken dolls.

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Tony looked at Steve through blurry eyes, squinting some. There were three Captains and it took some pretty hard staring to sort them all into one. “You're a century-old virgin so, you wouldn't understand. I don't want to have people around right now unless they've got tits and are getting naked.” His voice rose some as he stood, a bit wobbly as he jabbed a finger towards the older man. It took a few moments for it to sink in, what he had said. He was wrong and he knew he was. They were misfits with fucked up pasts, all of the Avengers. He knew the story of Steve and Peggy and because he'd been keeping tabs on the old man he also knew that the soldier had been visiting the woman who stole his heart but was now fading fast.

“Look -- I'm sorry. I'm just... It's taking some time to process all of this. Two years ago I had privatized world peace. Now I'm having panic attacks, people trying to kill me, and the woman I wanted to be the mother of my children is gone. This... It's not the life I'm used to.” Tony Stark wasn't a very emotional man. He didn't like talking about feelings very much, especially his own. However, things were generally different with Steve and Bruce. He could talk to them both and knew they'd carry that conversation to their graves without judgement. “Yeah. HYDRA's been stealing a lot of my tech. We've gotten rid of all the sleeper agents, mostly. My supplies in my warehouse at the docks keep coming up short. Don't worry. I'll step up to the plate when it's time to bat.”

A wave of his hand signaled that he was finished with the conversation. Steve might be Steve but Tony still didn't like talking. He trudged towards the shower whilst scratching his head. He couldn't really remember the last time he had showered. He remembered having a brunette in the shower a few days ago... But they didn't really bathe that much. His shaggy beard suggested that it had been some time since he had exercised the use of proper hygiene. “I'll catch up with you tomorrow. And... I'm sorry about Nick.” He paused to turn around, biting the inside of his cheek. Unlike Steve, he had no clue Nick survived. “He was a dick. And really cryptic. But he meant well...” With that, he turned down a corridor and the sound of rushing water followed.