[Im tired. It's late. But I wanted to write so sorry if the grammar is a mess and the plots crap.]

You're late. So very, very late. But it's totally not your fault. The traffic had been terrible, and you didn't have any time to stop for coffee.

So you're late and cranky. Not the very best of combinations.

The Towers parking lot has a lot of stairs, you conclude as you finally make it to the top and see a man just stepping into the elevator. When he turns, he spots you and quickly presses a button. You're pretty sure it's the 'close doors' button, because they slowly slide together.

But you make it just in time to slip in. And since you're cranky and upset with the man who didn't want you to be in the elevator, you quickly push every single button for every floor as revenge.

Only when the elevator stops on the second floor do you realize your mistake. You're going to the very stop floor, and you had pressed every button. And now the elevator is going to stop on every floor.

You huff, cross your arms, and lean against the wall. "You started it." is what you say, and the man shrugs.

"Okay."

""Okay"? That's all you're going to say? Seriously."

By the fifth floor, you're tapping your fingers on the railing when the man reaches out and places his hand over yours.

"What do you think you're-"

"I don't like small spaces and the tapping is making it worse. If you don't stop, I'm going to rip off my ears."

You pull your hand out of his and roll your eyes. "It's fine by me. Just don't get any blood on my shoes."

He stares in shock, then looks down at them. "They're ugly."

"And expensive."

"But they're hideous."

"Yeah, well, so is your shirt."

He touches his shirt in confusion. "But Steve said it looks nice."

You snort. "Is Steve your imaginary friend?"

"No, he's real. And he works here."

"So do I and I've never heard of anyone named Steve."

"You work here?" He scoots closer. "What's it like?"

By the final floor, you've learned the mans name and he yours. And you had also explained your position here, telling that you had just gotten the job to be Tony Starks assistant.

"I'll introduce you to Steve," He says, takes your sleeve and pulls you along. "Steve!"

Your throat tightens when Steve Rogers turns and smiles. "Bucky, hey. Who's your friend?"

"This is (Y/n). She's Tony assistant"

"I'm new," You squeak, clutching your bag straps tighter when Steve's bright blue eyes meet yours. "I-It's nice to meet you, sir."

He laughs. "Sir? It's just Steve, ma'am. No need for the formalities."

"Okay, well I better go.. I'm really late to meet-"

"(Y/n) (L/n), I presume?" You turn and find the woman who you had talked to on the phone, handing you a tablet. "Right on time. Tony's waiting for you in his office."

"On time?" You frown, check the clock, and confirm that you're more than an hour past the checkin time. "But I'm really late."

"Tony's not very punctual," Steve says, giving you a smile. "Don't really worry about being on time unless it's urgent."

"So she can stay here?" Bucky asks, still clinging to your sleeve and you nearly jump when he gives it a small tug.

"Yeah," Natasha takes back the tablet. "Just get a sense of where things are around the Tower. Make sure you know to go."

You nod, waving as Bucky grins and hurries off down a hall. "I've got to show you the training room. It's huge."