"Nope," Steve focuses on his task of cutting up a few bananas into the blender. "Thor offered, but last time he came back with nothing but alcohol and those boxes of toaster pastries, so I'll go tomorrow." If the world doesn't need saving again. That kind of thing tends to happen a bit. Makes basic household chores, nearly impossible sometimes.

He finally takes a glance in her direction and looked back when he noticed how...small she looked. Bryce was already on the smaller side, but there was something about her that made her seem more fragile than usual. Steve was used to seeing her run down (because honestly, they're all a bit overworked these days) but he hadn't seen her this bad in a while.

"Long trip back, or did they just work you too hard?"