Opening up his home to a friend, or the sister of a friend who needed it came natural to Steve. In the world he came from it was only considered simple hospitality. There was no need to question why she was there, or what she needed. He didn't have any reason not to let her use his couch, or come over to spend a little time. Steve was more than happy to oblige.

Most evenings he spent texting Bucky, or diving into the internet for more information on the wealth of things that had changed between when he hit the ice and now. It wasn't easy to catch up. He was doing his best, but he often felt like a stranger, a man out of time. That's one of the reasons why he got along with Natasha so well-- she had her own solid demons, but played it off. She let him in, even when he made mistakes. She accepted him.

When Yelena shows up and makes herself comfortable, Steve grabs a couple of beers and brings them to the couch with a bags of chips and dip. Food is always good with company. "A movie sounds good. Anything you're interested in? Horror, Comedy, Fluffy?"