screwyoumarvel | Late Friday Afternoon, The Causeway, Alexandria Side

Steve carried his bags down the causeway to Alexandria at the appointed time, to meet his ride on the other side. A SHIELD-issue flying car waited by the side of the road, its driver leaning against the door.

"About time," Natasha Romanova said. Well, at least it wasn't Bernie.

"I'm on time," Steve informed her. "You must have been early."

"Whatever. Hang on." She tapped her ear piece. "Left. I said go left--you do know your left from your right, do you not?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No problem. Just a minor situation. Here's a hint, your left hand is the metal one. I--you know what, I'm hanging up now. I have a package to deliver." She tapped the ear piece again, then went to open the trunk so he could put his stuff in. She took out a duffel bag and said, "Here, you have to put this on on the way. We're running short on time; the tourists might be gone already and they are our greatest asset."

"What is it?" Steve asked warily as he took the bag. He was pretty sure he knew, but...

"Just open it."

So he did.

Time to get back to work.

((OOC: Steve has now left Fandom! His goodbye post is still open for, you know, goodbyes, but considering my internet woes I thought it best to get this up ASAP. Watch this space for further townlumni-esque developments! Y'all are awesome!

PS: Screw you, Marvel!))