[Steve steps out of the shuttle bay with a bag slung over his shoulder. Not much, but all he could scare up in a hurry. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, less out of hesitance and more some storied caution. Nothing is ever as it seems, and wariness has settled like hoarfrost in his bones. Suspicion was hammered into him from a young age, compounded by the War, the future, and Tony Stark playing God.
He does knock a boot against the outer edge of the doorframe, though, as he leans against it.]
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He does knock a boot against the outer edge of the doorframe, though, as he leans against it.]
Thanks for the invite.