He's had to carry a few of his teammates, and he's been carried in turn.

This kind of thing is definitely his preference. Where the person in his arms isn't injured, just extremely tired, and so he can let all his protectiveness come into play without having to worry. He gets Bryce home to the Tower easily enough, and settles her into her bed, pulling a blanket up over her.

Steve knows he could head to his room. She'll know where she is when she wakes, and he knows her well enough to know she doesn't need urgent medical attention.

He grabs a few things from his room, and comes back anyway. It's just nicer to wake up from something like that with someone there waiting for you. When he hears her voice, he's in the easy chair not far from her bed, newspaper in hand, halfway through a giant sub with a second in a bag for her.

"Morning - evening. Whatever."