Steve's afternoon had been pretty light. Today was his cardio day, and he decided to spend it running around the town a few times. He always made sure to end his trip at the cafe, where he could grab something quick to eat. Having an enhanced metabolism had its benefits, but also came with a very large appetite. Today was no exception. He had found himself outside of the cafe stretching out his legs after a long run. He wasn't exhausted, but he had worked up quite a sweat. He used the towel wrapped around the back of his neck to quickly wipe off his face and arms of their sweat.

Steve walked into the cafe wearing his usual patriotic-style jogging outfit. He was wearing a dark blue short-sleeve athletic t-shirt with a large white star stitched into its center that hung tightly against his frame after the run. For pants, he simply wore red sweat pants with a white stripe on the sides. As soon as he walked in, Steve's eyes locked onto the group of his fellow birth-day children. They were as wild as ever, and Vivian always said that Steve needed to spend more time with the other children. He took a deep breath and made his way towards the rambunctious crowd.

Tony was someone Steve already knew. Tony was practically a celebrity around town after he developed some weird technical what-sits that Steve didn't want to bother with. Steve began to recognize a few of the others as well, at least by piecing together rumors and such. Loki was a face he recognized almost immediately, which was no surprise given the trouble she had caused over the years. Ororo and Clara were hard to miss given their hair colors, and Steve could only just put a name to James' face as they were in the same year of school. Tabby was recognized as a member of the cafe, but the last person Steve admittedly just didn't know. Given the collection of individuals, Steve already regretted making his way towards them.

Steve only caught a few words as he was approaching. Something about cocaine, and copying files. More than enough to make the boy scout's expression sour into a rather stern expression from his initial smile. Steve approached and folded his arms, leaning back a little as he stood to get a more powerful stance. [color=lightblue]"What's going on here, Tony? And what is everyone looking at?"[/color]