Stake outs are the most fun in your humble opinion. You pick a partner, get snacks, a couple drinks maybe, and wait for someone to come out of a certain place to stalk them. Seems pretty simple, right?

Except this stake out has no snacks, no drinks, and you didn't get to pick your partner. Truth be told, you don't like Sam Wilson, but orders are orders.

Doesn't mean you have to like it.

"Is this guy ever gonna come out?" you ask no one in particular. "We've been sitting for seven hours. I literally can't feel my ass anymore."

"If you'd stop talking, maybe I could hear something," Sam mumbles, using the spy gear you'd borrowed from Natasha.

"We've been here so long that I've forgotten who we're after."

"One of the last HYDRA bosses. He might know where Steve's friend is. I owe him this. I just wish I hadn't been paired with you."

"The feeling is mutual there, Wilson." You kick your feet up onto the dash, trying a new sitting position. "I used to love stake outs, but you won't even let me have a snack? Shame on you."

"Snacks are a distraction, [Y/l/n]." He places the equipment down and turns to you. "Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you. You're not important enough to hate."

Sam groans, leaning forward to bang his head against the steering wheel. "Where did I go wrong?"

"Try the first day we met, on mission, when you almost got me killed... twice!"

"Wait," Sam says, hushing you and looking out the car window. "Across the street... I think that's our guy."

You pull your gun from the cupholder and load it. "You ready, Wilson?" He nods. "Try not to get me killed this time."

TO BE CONTINUED...