Truth be told, missions now weren’t too different from how they used to be. Intelligence led him to where he needed to go, a team went in with him if it looked to be an ugly fight, and the job would get done. Sure, his METHODS had to get a little unorthodox ( each member had to play multiple roles now ), and he went by a different name ( Nomad --- something he couldn’t say he was much found of ), but in the end, the purpose was the same. Fight to make the world better; stay alive to continue on.
There were good things too, things he had forgotten about with the Avengers. As Captain America, he had fought for the whole of the earth, but now, as Steve Rogers, he fought for the people again. He did not compromise lives, he saved them. The little guy became important again. Such was the CHOICE of him and his team.
CHOICE... Well, that was something SHIELD had never understand, not even when he was so willing to go along with it. Maybe that was why he was so damn surprised to run into someone from the organization --- let alone her.
The warehouse wasn’t supposed to hold much in it, so he had come alone. If they were right, this would be one of the larger missions his ragtag team had tackled in a while, but they had to be prepared. ( If they were wrong, well, it wouldn’t be the first time. )
Maybe that was why he shouldn’t have been surprised to run into someone from the organization: wasn’t this what SHIELD was designed for --- the POTENTIAL of destruction? His footsteps stopped at a glimpse of another, his gun lowered, and he was almost overtaken by a silence that squeezed against him.