Smol!Steve and Open to Any
Steve was finished with a meeting with the minds that were working on his problem, and instead of going straight to the penthouse, he sat down in the common dining room, with a notebook out, and more or less settled in to relax a little. He'd set up by a window, so he could look out over the city. It wasn't a sketchbook but he was doodling absently anyway, the good Captain had too much on his mind as of late.
He lifted a cup of water, tired from the day already, and took a drink. He'd forgotten just how exhausting it was to be him sometimes. He had not been a healthy young man, and he hadn't been up for much lately reverting back to that state.
His pencil stopped on the page when a shadow fell over it and he looked up to see who was there. The lack of good senses was also grating on his nerves - just about anyone could sneak up on him and he was kind of hating that.