[There are some portions of his mannerisms that will probably never catch up with the rest of the world, it's just the way he's wired. Steve braces his stack against the door frame, fumbling around in his slacks until he finds the keys and opens the door. The place is in need of TLC, but he'll soon set that to rights.]
Most of that is still in the bank, I didn't make much of a dent. Got a decent view out the living room window, though, and the building is a lot quieter than Stark's territory. Come on in. Just set those down wherever you find room.