Being made to sit still was not something Steve was good at. Being made to sit still when there were so many people still in danger was even harder. He knew that first day he couldn't have argued with anyone, let alone Bucky. But by now he was feeling good enough that staying in bed or on the couch was more than he could stand. He had a few hours there after Diana had come back for him that were a bit of a blur in his memory, probably thanks to the knock he'd taken to the head. There was barely any evidence of that left now, though. And he could tell from the general lack of pain that the broken ribs were pretty much taken care of.
That didn't mean convincing his friend he wasn't going to get into trouble just seeing what help they could use down in the conference room had been easy. Getting out of the apartment and being on his feet felt good, though. Even if he was only walking down four flights of stairs.
He reached the second floor in time to see Darcy struggling with two large baking dishes which were obviously too hot for her to be carrying, given the way she was swearing. He lifted the trays from her arms once he'd reached her. "Bite off a little more than you could chew, Darcy?" He teased.