Chapter 1
“You’re being assigned a team Soother. Considering the stressful and violent nature of your work, the United States government has seen fit to provide an agent of…” Coulson goes on to recite the official descriptions: meant to placate the sometimes volatile differences and instincts of so many alphas on one team, provide a balancing presence, etc.
To Steve, it just seems like the 21st century’s way of assigning a pack omega. It’s still servitude.
Steve looks around at the team to see different levels of discomfort on each of their faces.
“So here’s her profile,” Coulson says, handing the tablet to Steve. Every time they do that he’s uncomfortable. Not only is tech really not his thing, but a part of him still feels like they’re in Tony’s house and that this is stepping on his authority as an alpha. But Tony “doesn’t like being handed things,” so there’s not really a way around it if Steve tried.
Speaking of Tony, he’s pissed, standing next to Steve exuding frustration. He steps up to see the basic stats on whatever SHIELD deigned to tell the team about this agent: time served, gender, first and last name--probably fake, no dynamic listed, and age: in years, not providing a date of birth. Nothing of value, but Tony can have JARVIS try to run some searches with the picture.
Not that he intends on putting in that minuscule amount of effort. Because he’s not interested.
Once he's determined there's nothing of use in the room, he saunters out without saying a word.