Between fixing minor chips out of paint, to repairing entire walls and foundations, Steve had been making his way through clean-up sites. It was certainly a needed palette cleanser to the chaos that had been raining down on them. There was no moment to take breath; to really breathe. Not yet. Not when people were without a job, a comfortable place to sleep, or spending ample amounts of time in Medical.
Steve had been spending enough time there as well after James has been reported as injured. There hadn't been a lot of questions asked on the circumstances. He didn't need to know them. All he knew was that there were people - kids - in there because of the current threat. Powered, gifted, able, or not, it hit Steve too hard. The reminder of people who couldn't protect themselves from Thanos.
Of him not being able to protect people from Thanos.
Too much weighed on his mind as he made his way back to the apartment. His guard was down and he'd barely taken note that someone was back. Not many people could catch Steve by genuine surprise, but Bucky did. Enough that Steve's shoulders visibly twitched.
"Just got in. Thought about the stew Wanda mentioned." There was the thought of not being able to eat, but that was a pure lie. He needed the sustenance. Thanks, serum.
"I could settle for a sandwich though," Steve mused with a forced grin. "Are you treating?" he questioned, gesturing to the fridge. He was already grabbing some plates.