Ordinarily, Steve was respectful of rules. They were usually in place for a good reason, often for reasons that people on the outside did not understand, and Steve was not arrogant enough to consider himself smarter than the people in charge. Tonight, however -- tonight was different. He told himself that he didn't have to give the patient the pudding. He'd just sneak it in and then assess the situation.
A blond head poked around the corner and then Steve lifted a hand to rap gently against the door. "Tony?" Yes. They were on a first-name basis, even if they hadn't really met face-to-face before. "Steve. Ah, Steve Rogers."
Huh. Well, Tony looked okay. Maybe he'd pass along the pudding after all, however guilty the transgression might make him feel.