Captain Steve Rogers had waited outside while the entire exchange took place. He didn't know the details of that particular episode, no, but he had been filled in on everything he needed to know that pertained to the mission. When Director Fury had approached him, saying the President of the United States wanted a personal favor from Captain America… how could he refuse? He'd never met the president - not Roosevelt, and not Barnes. But he'd jumped at the chance to be of use to the woman who was in charge of the country he was sworn to protect. That should be, if nothing else, a very heavily implied part of his duties.
The favor, it had turned out, was guarding the president's son, who - from what he'd been told - clearly needed something above and beyond Secret Servicemen to take care of the job. Now that the door was open and he could see inside, he had to admit… Bucky was probably lucky to be alive. Oh, of course, the story was all over the news, but there weren't a lot of details being released and, given the look of that arm, Steve suddenly thought he might know why. Honestly, it just made him all the more determined to succeed. No one was going to get through him. Even if he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to get along with the president's son. All he really knew was what the news reported, and even if that was skewed, some of it had to be truth, didn't it?
Either way, he wasn't backing down from this mission. "Yes, ma'am. It's not a problem, ma'am." He offered a small smile - the president didn't seem like the type he had to keep a serious face around all the time, though he certainly wasn't going to drop protocol - and stepped inside, making sure the door closed behind him. His eyes immediately went to every corner of the room, but it seemed clear. If he was going to be on guard duty, he'd better get in the habit of guarding, 24/7.
This was going to be an interesting assignment.
By the time Steve was inside, the president's son was already out again. He probably needed the rest. Despite the fact that he knew next to nothing about him, Steve felt a protective urge pooling deep in the pit of his stomach. He would make sure that whatever had happened to Bucky, it wouldn't happen again.
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The favor, it had turned out, was guarding the president's son, who - from what he'd been told - clearly needed something above and beyond Secret Servicemen to take care of the job. Now that the door was open and he could see inside, he had to admit… Bucky was probably lucky to be alive. Oh, of course, the story was all over the news, but there weren't a lot of details being released and, given the look of that arm, Steve suddenly thought he might know why. Honestly, it just made him all the more determined to succeed. No one was going to get through him. Even if he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to get along with the president's son. All he really knew was what the news reported, and even if that was skewed, some of it had to be truth, didn't it?
Either way, he wasn't backing down from this mission. "Yes, ma'am. It's not a problem, ma'am." He offered a small smile - the president didn't seem like the type he had to keep a serious face around all the time, though he certainly wasn't going to drop protocol - and stepped inside, making sure the door closed behind him. His eyes immediately went to every corner of the room, but it seemed clear. If he was going to be on guard duty, he'd better get in the habit of guarding, 24/7.
This was going to be an interesting assignment.
By the time Steve was inside, the president's son was already out again. He probably needed the rest. Despite the fact that he knew next to nothing about him, Steve felt a protective urge pooling deep in the pit of his stomach. He would make sure that whatever had happened to Bucky, it wouldn't happen again.