It's quite obvious that lack of sleep and a long day caused Steve to basically fall asleep into his shawarma. It should now be quite obvious that with decent rest and no invading chitauri army, that Steve can tuck away food faster than most champions. In fact, if they were strapped for cash, they could enlist him and Thor in separate eating contests.

But speaking of bad ideas. "You brought home a wild cat that's going to grow up about the size of a small bear, and it hates you."

Moreover, shouldn't Bruce be able to figure out what sex their cat is?? Shouldn't he have made an announcement?

Anyway, Steve dabs the corners of his mouth with a napkin and then gets up. "Where is it?"