He'll have to replace the battery of the fire alarm later; it was a matter of safety and also if it goes without power too long it starts to beep rather annoyingly until the battery was replaced. At least, Steve thought faintly, he didn't have to replace the fire alarm entirely. Only the toaster it seemed he'll have to buy outright a new one. "If you've watched Clint use his knife on the toaster you should also have seen Natasha whack him on the back of the head for doing it." Unspoken was the question: why are you following Clint's example of all people?

"No...this is fine. Thank you." Toasted bread would have been lovely and he quickly bit back the suggestion of using a a frying pan on the stove and toasting it that way, which is what they've done hundreds of times during the war on the front. When they had bread. And/or butter or oil. One near-fire related disaster a day was more than enough and he wasn't about to tempt fate, not even with him watching Bucky do the cooking in person. Steve pulled up the pants for the third time since leaving the bathroom and made his way over to get utensils for eating. "It smells good."