"Here."

You drop a sketchbook and a pack of pens in your husband's lap, walking past him to put your little bag of groceries away like it's nothing.

Steve blinks, looking down at the items. He'd said before about how he wanted to get back into drawing, but he didn't want to take the money to buy a sketch pad or anything.

You left the Avengers work after eloping to try and settle down a bit, and cash was a little tight. You've been watching him doodle on paper scraps with a dying ballpoint for weeks.

He looks out after you, and sets the things aside, getting up to join you in the kitchen.

Coming up behind you and taking the box of Kraft out of your hand to put in the overhead cabinet himself, Steve wraps an arm around your waist.

"Honey,"

He kisses your temple.

"You didn't have to buy me anything."

His tone is appreciative as he holds you a little tighter.