Steve as Cap, passing over the shield to Sam as Cap. Temporarily or not is up to you. rsf not signed in because my tablet hates me.
Sorry about your tablet woes! D:
It had taken nearly a year of negotiation, including a lot of punched walls and more of T’Challa’s time than they’d really had the right to ask of him. But when the final draft of the newly renegotiated accords was set on the table, it felt like it was worth it. The entire Avengers were reassembled, even Natasha, who had disappeared in disgust and refused to be found by either Tony or Steve’s side for ages.
She’d only reappeared, perhaps intentionally, after Tony came to Steve with his peace offering: tech that could wipe out Bucky’s programming permanently, and begin work on helping him find his way through the trauma of the last seventy years. It was a slow process, but it seemed to be working.
Tony still didn’t look like he liked the idea of being in the same room with Bucky Barnes, but he was, and Steve could accept Tony’s tolerance of Bucky if it meant Tony wasn’t actively trying to kill him.
It was one of those things that they were going to have to dance around for a while, Steve suspected. Which just made this decision easier.
“Before anyone signs,” Steve said, drawing the document towards himself, “I need to ask for one more change.”
Wanda rolled her eyes. Clint collapsed backward in his chair, frustrated. “I’m not calling T’Challa again!” he announced.
“Seriously?” Rhodey asked. “Seriously?”
“Steve, you approved this – “ Tony started, but Steve held up a hand.
“It’s not a legal change, just a minor nomenclature issue,” he said, flipping to the roster page. Throughout the Accords – one of the only things Clint had insisted on, weirdly – the legal language only referred to people by their callsigns. Each Avenger was only mentioned by name once, in the roster.
Steve took out a black ink pen, drew a neat line through his name and Sam’s name, and then wrote Sam’s name next to Captain America.
“I need to not be Cap for a while,” he said quietly, initialing the change. Every head in the room turned to Sam, who grinned.
“He asked me last night,” Sam said. “Was I gonna say no?”
“Black Captain America?” Rhodey asked. Sam nodded, and Rhodey held out his fist for a dap.
Steve looked at Tony, who was looking thoughtful.
“You could have asked for this months ago,” Tony said. “But there would have been a call for confirmation hearings. Sam would have been background checked. Media field day. So you dumped it in now at the last minute, so that it would be up to me as a representative of the Accord negotiators.”
“Is there a problem?” Steve asked.
Tony smiled a little. “No, just admiring how good you’re both getting at politics.” He held out his hand for the pen, then leaned across the table and initialed the change. Then he set the pen down and snapped his fingers. One of the guards at the edge of the conference room came forward with a large object in a thin canvas bag. Tony took it, undid the drawstring, and removed the shield. He looked at Steve, then passed it straight across him to Sam, who took it carefully and slid his arm into the straps, letting it hang by his side.
“Got any first words as Captain America?” Natasha asked.
“Yeah,” Sam said. “Are we done here? I got justice to dispense.”