There wasn't a law in so many words, but there was what wouldn't be tolerated and couldn't be allowed to become acceptable. He'd have to talk to Tony about it later, after he'd got more information about what had happened. But that would be later, after things were slightly more settled and maybe Richie felt a little better after the heat of the shower.
Steve threw everything into the pot on the stove and covered it, turned on the rice cooker and was wiping down the counter when he heard steps down the hall. Aware that Gwen and Peter were around he was, well not on edge exactly, but he would prefer Richie was close and Steve was between him and the kids. Not that these particular kids couldn't look after themselves. But still.
Steve grabbed a bag and held it open for him to dump the dirty clothes in before tying it up and placing it on the floor beside the back door.
"We have some soda," Steve said as he opened the fridge. "Or I'm sure there's something harder around here," he opened the cabinet above and pulled down a bottle of something that was probably worth more than his apartment. Sure it wasn't a great idea to mix alcohol with pain meds but, the man had had blood in his glasses and that hadn't been his own.
"Sorry about the clothes, mine wouldn't have worked and Tony's don't look great either, we'll have to get you something tomorrow."