"Okay. I'll head up to the kitchen and bake. Might lure Barnes out to where I can actually get at him without there being five people between us." Capri smiled humorlessly.

"Save me some cookies," Felicity said. She nudged Capri a bit. "Good luck."

"You too." Capri smiled a bit and headed up to the kitchen to see what she could bake.

And then jumped when she saw Barnes already in the kitchen.

Steve was out on the balcony, looking out over the city at the skyline. He wasn't even sketching right then, just looking.

Bucky looked over at her, his hands curled gently around a mug of coffee. He studied her for a moment, just assessing her threat level.

It took Felicity a bit of searching before she finally found Steve. When she did, though, she hesitated. She didn't want to interrupt his solitude.

Capri looked at him and flailed a bit, internally.

"Didn't mean to bother you, I was just going to do a bit of baking," she said, moving past him into the kitchen.

Steve didn't move or look back inside, too wrapped up in his own head at the moment.

Barnes studied her for a moment longer before nodding and going back to working on his coffee.

Felicity screwed up her nerve, and went to knock on the doorframe to try to gently get his attention.

Capri set about baking cookies, because cookies were good and everyone liked cookies. So she started with the basics: chocolate chip and sugar.

Steve still didn't turn to look. He wasn't expecting any company, and the rest of the team wouldn't have been so quiet or subtle about trying to get his attention.

Barnes didn't interrupt her, just getting more coffee when he ran out. Somehow, he didn't mind her presence as much as he thought he would. But he still didn't make any move to interact with her.

When knocking on the doorframe didn't work, Felicity scrounged up what courage she could and took a steadying breath.

"Excuse me," she said cautiously. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but..." She trailed off.

Capri was okay with the quiet, just focusing on the cookies and setting them aside as they finished. Baking was good therapy, and she could do it for a long time, given all the ingredients she needed.

But she did start to set the plates of cookies out on the counter near him, in case he wanted one.

Steve blinked and turned to look at her. "It's okay, it's fine," he assured her. "I was just thinking." He shrugged after a moment.

Barnes glanced at the cookies. He'd watched her make them, so he was certain they were safe to eat, so all he really had to figure out was whether or not he wanted one. Finally, he cautiously reached for the plate.

"I don't mean to interrupt," Felicity said. "But I was told my contract starts today."

Capri glanced at him from time to time but otherwise left him to his own devices, just going through all her good cookie recipes until she had literally no counter space left on which to put the cooling pans of cookies.

That got Steve's attention fully, and he turned and looked at her. "Contract? What do you mean, it starts today? I thought you already had started?" Because as far as he was aware, the two girls were already doing what they'd been contracted to do.

Barnes just watched her in return. Clearly, she had a thing about baking cookies. He glanced up at the vent from time to time, knowing full well Hawkeye was up there just waiting for the chance to steal some goodies.

"Mr. Stark just explained the details of our contracts a little while ago," Felicity said after a moment. "I thought that meant we started officially today."

Capri noticed his gaze and narrowed her own eyes at the vent.

"You want cookies, you come down and get them like a normal person," she said.

Steve blinked. "What exactly are your duties? I thought you were already working on doing them."

There was a moment's pause, and then, from the vent, "that's cheating, he practically told you I was here."

"I, um... I'm supposed to be a model for you?" The end of it came out as an uncertain question.

"Who cares? You're still up there, get down here or no cookies." Capri put her hands on her hips.

Steve blinked at that, and then frowned. "You didn't know when you agreed," he said. "He didn't tell you until just now."

The grate on the vent was pulled out, and Clint dropped down to the kitchen floor.

"That was still cheating," he said, pouting just a bit.

"No," Felicity said, "I mean, I knew I was going to be modeling, I just didn't know who for until now."

Capri snickered. "Oh well. Now you can have cookies." She motioned to the ones that were already set aside and cool enough to eat.

Steve grimaced and rubbed his forehead.

"If you don't want to, I understand," he said after a moment. "I can talk to Tony about changing your contract."

Clint immediately brightened.

"Awesome," he said, taking some of them.

"No, it's okay, it's fine," Felicity said, holding up her hands a bit. "Really, it's a better contract than I ever dreamed I could get."

Capri smiled a bit and shook her head. "Just don't eat all of them," she said. Oddly enough, Clint was kind of okay, even after dropping out of the ceiling.

"Are you sure? If you're not comfortable with this we can arrange something else," Steve said, looking concerned.

"Are you kidding?" Clint said. He gestured to the kitchen as a whole. "Look at them all. Only Thor could eat them all at once."

"It's okay," Felicity said again. "Really. It's just... I've never had a contract before, that's all, so it's all still new."

"Doesn't mean you wouldn't give it a try, and I know this because you steal all my baked goods, you thief." Capri wasn't actually upset about that.

Steve nodded. "Alright. We don't have to do anything, I mean, I'm not even in much of a sketching mood right now, so if there are other things you want to do..." He trailed off.

"You have no proof," Clint said, making a bit of a face at her.

"I'm just supposed to be available whenever need me," Felicity said. "That's pretty much it."

"Jarvis," Capri said. "Jarvis knows everything."

Steve sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Don't worry about that," he said. "I don't need much."

"That doesn't count, he's ultimately not on anyone's side but Tony's," Clint pointed out as he munched on a cookie.

"Like I said, whenever you need me," Felicity said. "I'm contracted as your model."

"Yeah but he can be quite helpful," Capri said. "And he notices things like archers dropping out of vents to steal cookies off my counter in the suite downstairs."

Steve briefly made a face at that. "I am sorry about that, Tony didn't ask me, he didn't tell me anything."