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Steve was exhausted. Fury had got him up before he could even get to sleep that night. He pulled on a fresh t-shirt and jeans, yawning widely. He glanced at his clock and groaned, it was 1:00am. Fury better need him badly. He slipped out of his apartment, shutting the door as quietly as he could to avoid annoying the neighbors, especially as there was a particularly attractive lady living opposite, who always seemed to be coming out of her apartment when he was his.

Pushing the blocks door open, he jumped on to his motor bike, sagging as the fatigue caught up with him. He turned the key and pulled out in to the road. He wasn't surprised to see Tony Stark waiting for him when he drove up to Shield headquarters, Fury had sounded quite angry on the phone but then he normally did.

"Hello cap'n," Tony said, rolling his eyes as usual at Steve's old fashioned bike, "You know I would do up that motor for you for free. It's embarrassing to be around you with it!"

"I like it how it is, thank you." Steve replied sharply, and it was true. The old leather and engine smells reminded him of his life before the ice. "Do you know what Fury wants?"

"I don't know but I had Jarvis get ..er...the suit ready just in case."

Steve narrowed his eyes but didn't comment at the hesitation. Knowing Stark, Jarvis was only readying his suit as a side project and probably ripping apart all of Shield's many defenses. "Must be important if Fury is calling us both in."

"I just hope its not Reindeer Games again."

A dark car drove up next to them with the shield logo painted on the side and Clint Barton and Natasha Romanov climbed out, both in full gear and weapons.

Tony sighed, "Yes, it looks like it is Loki as the gangs all here. I am getting sick of Asgardians!"

Steve greeted Nat with a smile and a stiff hug, which she squirmed out of as quick as she could. Barton nodded hello as Nat took her natural role as head of whatever group she found herself in.

"We have a situation that might be connected to the events with the Asgardian, Loki." she said, gazing from one to the other.

Stark smirked, raising one eyebrow, "Did you memorize that straight off the brief sheet?"

Nat ignored him, stalking to the glass, double doors, "Director Fury will brief you all properly once we get inside." and with that she slipped inside, Barton following swiftly.

Stark looked after the two assassins, eyebrows raised, "You know, sometimes it's like meeting robots with them two." he said before pushing his sunglasses, then pushing through the doors with an unnecessary flourish.

Once inside, Steve felt more relaxed, which would be strange to anyone other then him. The military style, the ranks, the general air of suspense and tension that had everyone on edge, hadn't changed since the war and that made him more comfortable. The building was full of bustling activity; agents, technicians, soldiers and even cleaners were packed in, all sporting the shield uniform and logo. In the centre was a huge sculpture made of black metal, the eagle of shield. For a secret organisation, Shield had its logo everywhere. Quite literally , everywhere. It was even on the bathroom doors.

A soldier clad in black with a gun on each hip lead them through the crowds to the conference room. Though they are trained not to second glance anyone, Steve could feel eyes following him and Stark through the room, silence falling as they pushed through the crowd. Steve could understand some of the fearful glances being past around, the last time he and Stark had been together, half of New York had been destroyed.

The director was sitting opposite them on a long mahogany table, Steve sat at the other end, as far from Fury's anger gaze. Three agents were lined up behind him, Romanov, Barton and Hill, all armed to the teeth and on edge. This looked bad.

Fury cleared his throat, fixing his one good eye on each of them in turn, "There has been a security breach, an untraceable one."

Stark glanced between the Shield agents, "Is it him? Is he back again?" For once, Stark sounded worried, his normal swagger gone.

"We don't know but by the cameras, no-one went in and no-one came out."

Steve saw they were missing a valid point, "What was taken? Where?"

Fury shifted uncomfortably, Nat shared a slightly embarrassed look with Barton. Director Fury closed his eye, "The thief had a sense of humor." He sighed, "They got in to The Pentagon."

Stark blinked, dazed, before sinking in to the chair. Steve frowned, searching for the memory, "Isn't The Pentagon the HQ of defense?"

Nat nodded, Stark put his head in his hands, "All of our archives are in there. Everything that defends this whole country!" He turned to Steve, "You might have missed that while you were sleeping in the ice."

Steve glared at the millionaire, opening his mouth to retaliate but Stark interrupted him, "What did they get?"

Fury didn't show any emotion, "They got to the base levels, where the Shield's files are. They looked through the whole lot in, according to the cameras, under three seconds. But he didn't take them."

"What did he take?" Steve asked, suspiciously, Stark held his breath.

"They took an, um, Ipod."

"What?!" Both Stark and Steve said in unrepeatable unison.

Hey! This is my first Marvel fanfic so if you see any clashes please tell me!

All the avengers will eventually be in this, but there might be a slightly slow start. Also I started writing this before seeing Age Of Ultron, so the timeline might be a bit mixed up!

Thank you to Booksfoodmusic-minion who helped me with the ideas!

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