The aftermath of the Accords left everyone gasping for air and scattered all over the place. The physical wounds healed long ago but the emotional ones continued to fester and replay over and over again. The look of betrayal in Tony's eyes haunted Steve and the lengths Shield went through towards Bucky did too. He didn't know where he stood and for the first time in his life, he didn't have a direction to turn to. Other than his visits to Peggy's grave, of course, seeing her still as his true north in all his times of trouble.

However, even the visits were disrupted by the whispers of an unknown presence visiting and waiting. For what, no one seemed to really know but Steve had a feeling it had something to do with him. It usually did nowadays, didn't it? The man with the information but one without a current plan. After some thought and consideration (a rarity, of course), Steve decided to meet his fate so to speak and head over to see who wanted to meet with him in such an unorthodox manner.

The last face he expected to see, though, greeted him there. "Now, I know I've lost it. Coulson?" Steve greeted, shaking his head a few times. "People have got to stop coming back from the dead around here. It's starting to cause a complex." He paused for a moment, hands folded against his chest. "What is it I can do for you?" He didn't forget why he decided to come in the first place.