“Here you go. Did you need anything else?” Steve asked the person who’d come to the shelter, passing along a box full of canned goods, a little cash and bottles of water to tide them over for a bit. It might have been two years after the battle with Thanos, but people were still reeling. The world economy was struggling to get back up to where it was before (shaky as that was). Jobs and industry had restarted - some from scratch, some re-inventing themselves now that the world had almost had a reboot of sorts. People were still struggling, and even though his own effort to find some bit of ‘normal’ after the snapenning, Steve Rogers was still working to find out what normal is. He was tired, though, and hopefully a bit closer to normal than he was a few years back. He stepped from the shelter and inhaled deeply, blue eyes looking around until they settled on a rather familiar figure that was approaching. “Fancy seeing you here...” he said, giving a nod of acknowledgement. “Dropping off... or picking up?”
