The layout of the house hasn’t changed. Minus the addition of the cat and Elle spending time in their attic, nothing has changed at all. Steve’s room is the same as he left it, almost as though Tony turned it into a shrine in his memory. Or simply because he refused to believe that Steve would be gone forever. All of his clothes are exactly where he left them.

“So listen, why don’t you go get a shower, change your clothes, shave off that dead beaver on your face, and I’ll make you something to eat? Something hot. And hot to drink, too?” Tony suggests, jerking a thumb toward the kitchen. “I can actually cook things. Not a five course meal, but enough, you know? Your stuff’s where you left it. No one touched anything.”