( tony hadn't expected for steve to actually still be in his lab when he gets out wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a silk robe tied loosely around his waist. his hair is damp from the shower and he walks over to the table to grab that breakfast plate, bringing it over to the couch, settling it between them. )

Did Clint make this? ( because whatever's on his plate actually looks good. he's not sure where exactly clint picked up the ability to cook between all of his ninja-ing and legolas-ing, but tony definitely appreciates the man's skills in the kitchen. the rest of them suck at it. especially steve. ) Looks yummy. ( he decides to use his fingers to eat because screw getting up to retrieve the fork and knife that he'd left on the worktable. he picks up the crispy bacon and chews on it, his big brown eyes on steve, curiously studying the man. )

You don't have anywhere important to be? Hot yoga class? Pilates? Bible study or something? ( what does steve usually get up to on a saturday? he might not have been curious about that before, but he's curious about it now. )