He'd been enjoying something alone, in the privacy of his own shower, there was no chance of someone walking in and seeing through the shower curtain. So he should have been safe, but no, not in this place he wasn't. So of course there was an unwanted visitor right there with a front row ticket to something only one special guy was usually invited to.
Steve breathed out, kind of slow and sad as he looked up at the ceiling. The towel he was using to cover himself was too wet now to dry him and Richie wasn't dry either and he sighed again before he pulled open the shower curtain. He'd already seen everything so Steve just gave up and stepped out, dropped the towel on top of the drain and grabbed Tony's towel to wrap around himself. "What are you doing in here?" Steve asked as he tossed a clean towel to Richie.