Along with the constant cold feeling, Steve also felt an unease within his skin as if he never acclimated to the bulkier frame at all. When he first received the serum, it took some time to come to terms with all the changes - being taller, broader and more agile. A dream come true for a punk kid from Brooklyn who never thought he'd make it to his thirtieth birthday. But anytime he looked in the mirror he still saw himself from before the serum and there were moments it sent a different sort of ache within him. Body image problems were only the tip of the iceberg.

Following after Tony, Steve shoved his hands in his pockets, another shiver working up and down his spine. What he wouldn't give for a nice warm quilt and a cup of hot chocolate. He moved into the elevator carefully, trying to not take up too much space for Tony to have enough room.

"About the Avengers or something else?" Steve asked, eyes watching the numbers dinging on their way up. "They wanted me to meet the team this weekend, I think." The team they wanted him to suddenly lead without even knowing them. With the Commandos at least it slowly built up before suddenly they named him in charge. Plus, he had Bucky.

Bucky. His heart pained with guilt and remorse so thick he nearly drowned in it too.