Steve sat on the side of the room, on the peripheral of things, deliberately trying to avoid drawing attention to himself as Fury began to speak. Discreetly, he made a mental note of the actions and reactions of the agents present. It was hard for him not to pick up on Deputy Director Hill's moodiness. Not that he blamed her. It was hard to relinquish control, even to your superiors, when you were used to being the one in charge. He could emphasize with that. He'd sometimes felt that way towards General Philips and even Peggy, those rare times she'd ever pulled rank on him after he came into his own as Captain America.
Natasha and Bea, Agents Black Widow and Green Flame, appeared to be genuinely interested in the Initiative, though Steve suspected they had very different reasons for their interest. Agent Harper, meanwhile, looked like the discontented Private at the back of the class who was being forced to endure the most boring, torturous aspect of his basic training ever. Steve pitied the poor fellow, really, because that kind of attitude was sure to get him double-duty.
If the man was anything like his father, Fury could be diabolical that way, Steve knew. He made sure to study the briefing three times over, committing all the potential candidates to memory.