Stark Tower: Carol D/Steve R/whoever
[Steve is dressed down too. No suit. He's in what could easily be called grandpa-wear by discerning eyes, but what to him, feels like casualwear. A button-down of brown and blue, collar pressed, and gray slacks belted at the waist. His leather jacket is draped over one shoulder as he comes up behind Carol, confused for half a second as to what is happening—someone dropping to the ground in front of him. But he figures it out, even before he sees the Red Sox shirt. He has several books tucked up under an elbow.] Hello.