Steve wore a dark brown leather jacket, with a blue t-shirt, jeans, and some boots. He tossed his keys up and down as he climbed up the stairs. He wondered who was moving in. He wasn't really social. Sure, he goes on missions with Tony, and Natashia, and all that... but they weren't considered friends... But someone he did get along with was a man named Sam Wilson. A pilot veteran who now counsels fellow veterans. He was deep in thought until he heard a scream right above him. A woman with a box tripped and fell. Steve dropped his keys and caught the woman, he stepped back a bit to make sure they both didn't fall. "I got ya." He said, pushing her up gently so she can get her balance again. "You alright? need help carrying something?" He asked her. Steve picked up his keys, and looked up to look at the blonde haired woman. It was natural for him to help anyone... "You ah.... You moving in?" he asked. Of course she was! 

Steve was literally a perfect human, but he had difficulty talking to women still. he was still that kid from Brooklyn.