Steve Rogers also better known as Captain America. The golden boy of the country. Everyone loved him... or almost everyone. You hated the guy. He killed your dad so of course you hated him. Or at least you thought he killed your dad.

Recently you had gotten an offer to join the avengers and it was an offer you took at least a week to think over cause you didn't want to be anywhere near Captain America but you ended up agreeing to join.

It was your first day as you got into the Stark Tower and you currently were stood in the briefing room with your arms crossed over your chest, dressed in the black tactical gear you were often seen in with Tony giving you the basic rundown of everything and everyone. “Rogers isn't too fond of new people on the team when he hasn't been informed so try to keep it lowkey."

Stark said as you mumbled something under your breath about 'not being fond of him either' but Tony brushed it off as Steve walked into the room. He noticed you immediately giving a glare to Tony at the unexpected visitor. His blonde hair was neat, posture military-straight, blue eyes sharp enough to cut. He's almost painfully handsome, in that All-American, war propaganda kind of way and he's looking at you like he already doesn't trust you.

You could only hold back every emotion of hatred running through you as images of your father and how Steve might've killed him went through your head but instead of letting your anger run free you offered a lazy smirk. 'Relax Captain, I'm house trained.' You said acting as civil as you could although there was distrust in both your eyes.

Steve finally broke with a sigh as he stepped closer to you still not trusting you as he held out his hand. "Steve Rogers." He introduced himself even though he definitely didn't have too.

"Welcome to the team."