[ Well, old-fashioned is probably the nicest way to describe Steve Rogers. Usually Natasha prefers old or fossil. But Kimberly is a little bit kinder in her assessments of Steve. He's certainly been getting out there and meeting folks more and more since coming here. He might have been a bit more awkward if he hadn't already had several interactions. Not to mention how he's been spending his time with Sara. You're actually getting a more confident Steve Rogers in this arena. Though she's definitely far younger than him. He can already tell. Even by normal standards. There's just something youthful about the way she looks at him. Like maybe he's a record player.

It shouldn't be too hard to make her some dinner even if she's missing a few essentials. They aren't going to hit too many hiccups. Steve's a dedicated guy. Stubborn is what Bucky would say. He doesn't let little bumps stop him. For instance if she had absolutely no silverware than they could eat with their fingers. It would just maybe give them a better understand of the other one. Not too bad. ]

You're definitely not hanging out with the right kinda guys then.

[ Shots fired. But Steve's never had that much chill. Going out on a date as just fine back in his time. It was the thing. Dance halls. Dinner. Movies. But sometimes dinner at home was far simpler and cheaper. Especially during the war. Deep down Steve is still just a thrifty eighteen year old living on his own after losing both his parents eventually. At least he had Bucky. ]

That's the aim here. Spoiling. [ He reaches for a tomato and then begins a hunt for a knife to start chopping. ] That's one thing I've gotten good at. Taking care of people.