Sam is at the local grocery store looking at fresh fruit when Steve starts trying to get his attention. Nat had sent them both out together to get the groceries because she didn’t trust either on their own, which was at least part Nat’s paranoia if also part fair. It had taken her a year to let them go anywhere without her direct supervision. Apparently, Steve ‘lacked undercover stealth’ and she was sure that him and Steve kissing would attract more attention, not less. This was definitely a fair assessment.
“What?” Sam finally asks Steve. Steve jerks his head at some man in another aisle.
“I recognize him,” Steve says. Sam is immediately on alert, but Steve didn’t signal that their cover had been blown. “I recognize him from an old photograph,” Steve explains. “He was one of the first fallen agents of SHIELD. He worked with Peggy.”
Okay, they need to get out more, Sam thinks. Steve has clearly lost it.
“What are you on about?” Sam asks. Steve looks at him like that is an unreasonable response to someone saying a random man at the grocery store is a dead secret agent from the forties. “Maybe it’s his grandson?” Sam tries.
“It’s him.” Steve states, staring at the man who is now walking over towards- Sam holds his breath- but it’s not them, it’s some woman a little ways over, looking at vegetables. Sam exhales and Steve continues, “If I can be here, why can’t he?”
“Okay,” Sam tries, “Let’s say, hypothetically, it’s him. You wanna do what, exactly? Corner him in the grocery store? Ask a dead man how he got to 2020 from 1945?”
“He died in the 50s,” Steve says distractedly, still craning his neck to look at the man and woman who are clearly a couple.
“Right,” says Sam looking over at them too. “He looks pretty alive to me, man. Alive and happy, based on how he’s looking at that girl.”
“It’s suspicions. It could be a plot. That woman could have kidnapped him.”
Sam is starting to think that Steve must be very, very bored lately. He raises a skeptical eyebrow. “They look suspicious to you? I think you’ve been spending too much time around Nat. They’re just laughing. They look like a regular couple in love.”
Steve turns to face Sam, turning fully away from the couple for the first time. He looks at Sam flatly. “They’re laughing at cereal. No one gets that amused by cereal.” Then he turns back to them, looking like an idea has occurred to him suddenly. He pulls out his phone.
“What are you doing?”
Steve fiddles with it before turning back to Sam. “Help me work this.”
“Stop, put that away!” Sam whisper yells at him. “Oh fine, let me.” He grabs the phone from Steve.
Daisy is in the produce aisle of the grocery store looking at vegetables-because she can be an actual competent adult Kora, thank you very much. Daniel had wandered off at some point. Probably to go replace the produce she already put in the cart with better ones (she’s never had much opportunity for grocery shopping in her adult life, okay, she lived in a van, on a plane, in a secret base, underneath a lighthouse…). Daniel tries to be stealthy about it and she pretends that he succeeds and then he pretends that he doesn’t know she’s pretending and she…
They end up with actual edible produce, is the point.
But when Daniel returns to her cart, he isn’t carrying vegetables but rather, a box of some sort.
“Daisy, Daisy look.” Daniel says approaching her excitedly.
“What?” Daisy asks him bemused.
He shows her the box he is holding.
Daisy looks at it. Looks at Daniel. Looks back at the box. Back at Daniel.
Daniel shakes his head emphatically. “It’s Quaker Squares. QuakerSquares, Daisy, get it?” He gestured to her at the ‘Quaker’ and himself at the ‘Squares’ to emphasize his point.
Daisy bites her lip. “Did you just, did you just give us a ship name?”
He tilts his head, confused. “A what?”
She pauses, trying to figure out how to explain it him. “Like um Sousy, or Daisysous, or Dousy.”
“Doozy!” Daniel exclaims. “That’s a real word!”
Daisy can’t hold back her wide smile at that.
She shakes her head fondly. “Nothing. You’re cute.”
Sam has done a lot of questionable things in his life, but he’s never felt more like a paparazzi creeper than at this moment, hiding behind a bunch of watermelons, trying to take a picture of some random couple. The woman pulls the man into a kiss and he is turned so that he faces away from them and Sam only gets a picture of her.
“Damn,” Sam mutters.
“She did that on purpose,” Steve says at once.
“Okay now I know you’ve been spending too much time with Nat.”
Steve’s eyes light up with an idea at that. “Nat. Let’s get this back to her. She can run facial recognition.”
“Fans of yours? Quake.” Daniel asks Daisy, part teasing, part serious.
“You noticed them too,” she says wryly. But of course he did, they weren’t exactly inconspicuous. The Falcon and Captain America were a lot of things, but subtle was not one of them.
“Should we be concerned?”
“No. It’s just, complicated.” And it was probably a good thing Daniel didn’t recognize Rodgers. (The beard was a surprisingly good cover.) A grocery store probably wasn’t the best place to run into ones’ ex’s dead ex who (also) wasn’t actually dead.
She continues, “And we don’t want them to see you, since your supposed to be…”
“Dead,” Daniel finishes. “Yeah. Probably a good call. I think they got a picture of you though.”
Daisy shrugs, “Well, I don’t exist. I wiped all records of the team a long time ago. Even if they look, they won’t find anything on me. You though…We couldn’t exactly wipe you from history in this timeline. There are hard copies. The new ID I made you holds up, but if people know what to look for…” It would be suspicious, to say the least. And Mack would be pissed at her for the headache.
“And you think they do?” Daniel asks.
“They might. I’ll explain when we get back…” Daisy lets her voice trail off. That would be an interesting conversation. Now that the rogue Avengers were back in town, maybe it would be a good time to meet up with them.
“Twenty bucks says they’re just a couple in love,” Sam starts the wager.
“Undercover spies,” Natasha counters.
“I’m telling you, time traveling superheroes,” Steve states.
The others look at him. Natasha raises her eyebrow. Steve stands by it.