Office Hours, All Day Monday

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Steve was in his office, doodling in the margins of his notebook as he thought about actually getting his Art History syllabus done sometime before Friday. Because, really.

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Oh, look, Steve's phone was ringing.

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Steve warily answered his phone. "Hello?"

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"So you were planning on leaving town for the weekend, right?" said that guy on the other end. You know, that one guy. With the arm. "Or holing up in your basement and not coming out?"

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"Not particularly," said Steve. "Why?"

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"Have you ever heard of MercCon? Because Natasha has. And it's this weekend. On your stupid island."

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"You're coming here?" Steve asked. "Who do you know named--wait, Romanova? Natasha Romanova?"

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"Yes, Natasha Romanova, and I think you're missing the point, which is that Natasha Romanova is coming with me. Unless something comes up." Then Bucky called, "I'll be there in a second!" to someone else and told Steve, "I gotta go. Hide."

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Steve was still confused on how exactly Bucky knew Natasha Romanova, but who cared? Bucky was coming!

They could knock Natasha out or something. It'd be great.