James took the clothes Natasha offered him and went to go change. She said something about not going in shiny and he looked at his arm then back at the clothes he was to wear. Running black ops with Natasha was like second nature to him and while Adrian was also a capable spook Steve...was not as experienced at covert as the other three.
He was always out there, always on the front line. Steve was a damn good soldier but he was not a very good spy. James had meant to bring him on night raids and such back during the war but before he got the chance the train incident happened and then Steve and the Red Skull died over the Atlantic, at least that's what everyone thought until a few years ago.
Coming back out looking like a tourist James was messing with the collar of a flowered shirt. "Anyone here know how to surf?"