With a smile, Steve heads back into the fridge to see if he can scrounge up some sourdough. He'd been based in San Francisco for a while before That Time In The Iceberg, and developed a strong taste for the stuff.
However, once he gets to the baked goods section of the fridge, his hand brushes a box that grabs his notice. Apple pie, ready to pop into the oven and come out smelling like Grandma's kitchen.
Except...that's not what Steve's thinking of.
Guns blazing behind him, the wounded, tortured form of Lt. James Barnes slung over his shoulder. A Jeep waiting at the far end of the clearing.
"There's the transport! Hold on, Bucky, we'll be back at camp in no time."
"Sweet...can't wait to get out of these wet clothes..."
Steve struggles to resist the arousal that that image evokes in him. he's your friend, Rogers, and he's straight and he's hurt and how can you even think about that at a time like this?!
Decades and an iceberg later, he's standing before Director Maria Hill, facing a court-martial for 'conduct unbefitting an agent of SHIELD'.
"Captain Rogers, it is the opinion of this court that your judgment has been compromised due to your attachment to a member of your team. In light of the circumstances, we honor and respect your years of service and the sacrifices you have made on behalf of freedom and democracy..." like hell you do, Steve thinks, "...however, we cannot turn a blind eye to this flagrant breach of protocol and decorum. Therefore, it is the ruling of this court that you be relieved of the name and costume of Captain America, and that you be dishonorably discharged from both SHIELD and the task force known as the Avengers."
The gavel bangs three times, and Steve remains impassive as he watches his entire world crash in flames around him.
"This court is adjourned."
He shakes his head, wondering why it's so cold all of a sudden. Because you're in a fridge, genius.
Forcing himself to ignore the pie...I used to love apple pie...he grabs the loaf of sourdough and stalks out, taking a deep breath as, through sheer force of will, he manages not to slam the refrigerator door.