Once the door is shut and locked, Steve realizes he has no idea what size she wears and he's not exactly stellar when it comes to women. Instead, he makes another call. He thanks the agent that comes to the door and lays out the clothes on the bed. He'll give her as long as she needs, though he'll worry the whole time she's in there.
When she comes out, he's sitting at the desk. There's a holographic model of a building raised above the tablet sitting in front of him and he's stripped off the heavy Kevlar top of his uniform, opting instead for the thin blue shirt he wears underneath over his leather pants and bright red boots.
His shield is resting on his lap, a polishing and repair kit opened next to the tablet on the desk and he's working a cloth over it. As soon as he sees her, he wipes the building blueprint from the tablet with a hand.
Steve stays sitting, but gestures towards the bed where three sets of generic, SHIELD casuals are laying in different sizes. He keeps his eyes on his shield as he speaks. "I, uh, didn't know what size you wore. Those should do until you're steady enough to go out for something better."
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When she comes out, he's sitting at the desk. There's a holographic model of a building raised above the tablet sitting in front of him and he's stripped off the heavy Kevlar top of his uniform, opting instead for the thin blue shirt he wears underneath over his leather pants and bright red boots.
His shield is resting on his lap, a polishing and repair kit opened next to the tablet on the desk and he's working a cloth over it. As soon as he sees her, he wipes the building blueprint from the tablet with a hand.
Steve stays sitting, but gestures towards the bed where three sets of generic, SHIELD casuals are laying in different sizes. He keeps his eyes on his shield as he speaks. "I, uh, didn't know what size you wore. Those should do until you're steady enough to go out for something better."