fuck me over a desk please

This was not a good way to start a introduction. He raised a hand, about to ask the person to thought whatever thought process might slip out of their mouth, before he heard a creaking floorboard behind him. Steve’s eyes opened wide as he turned to dodge the attack from behind him, but he was still clipped with the metal chair; enough that it send the soldier sprawling across the floor. 

The werewolf blinked and tossed the metal bit to the side nonchalantly. He pulled a folded up paper out of his jeans pocket and frowned, realizing that he was missing a pen. “Hold up, one second,” he uttered before he swiftly walked over to the crumpled captain and patted him down for a writing utensil. 

Rogers clicked the device with a grin and thrust the paper at the gray face. “I’mma need you to sign here, here, and here, before we get started. You familiar with the stoplight system right?”