Steve stood beside Buck and looked out over the street below, his arms loosely crossed. Growing up they didn't have windows, or at least didn't have anything of a view. He could have gotten an even better view, but Steve had told Tony no.
"It's the little things that remind us we're normal." He glanced at Buck with a slightly lopsided smirk. "Speaking of which, that pizza joint we hung out in as kids is still there. Right on the corner. They deliver."