When Steve Rogers awoke from being frozen, it was quite a culture shock. After he helped the Avengers save New York/The World, he had to settle in to semi normal life.
He had to do things like grocery shopping.
There was no alternative. It was his turn.
Since moving into Stark Tower, (Aka That Big Ugly Building In New York) they took turns going to the store. Tony'd send them out with a full wallet and expect them to bring back enough stuff for the team for a week.
It was his turn.
As Steve wandered down Aisle 1, and picked a few cans of soup off the shelf, he wondered absently what the racket going on over the loudspeakers that some was called music. He consulted his list.
Thor wants poptarts, the list said. Steve groaned inwardly. Every week, it was more poptarts. He put three boxes in the cart. Checked the list again.
Herbal tea, Bruce needs the stuff.
Steve rolled his eyes. Bruce never asked for anything. He usually shut himself up in the lab and didn't really talk to anybody.
About half an hour later, he went to check out. The girl at the checkout looked at him hard.
"You're Captain America," she said bluntly. He was slightly taken aback.
"Well, yes."
"Thanks for that, saving Earth you know," she scanned the bread and bagged it calmly. "It took no small amount of courage."
"It had to be done, Ms.…Susan," he said, reading her name plate. "I'm sure you would have done the same."
"Would, yes. Could, probably not. You need more skill than I've got to take anyone down. Took martial arts classes, all sorts, for quite a bit, trained, etc. I don't really have the hero powers."
"Well, I don't have powers either."
"Really? Could've fooled me," Susan shrugged and bagged the Ice Cream. "Hey, Rocky Road. That stuff's good."
"Really. Black Widow and Hawkeye don't have any either. Iron Man is-"
"Tony Stark."
"You know?" Steve asked.
"I know, you know, almost anyone that pays attention to that man knows. The man doesn't bother hiding anything."
"That does sound like Tony," Steve admitted. The girl nodded emphatically, blonde ponytail bouncing.
"But, honestly, despite the fact that Mr. Stark is a huge favorite, you're something different. You've got a patriotic attitude; you're the standard Good Man. There aren't too many good men out there. We need more of you." She tied a bag filled with peanut butter and jelly.
"Thanks, I guess."
"No problem. That'll be $97.65." She looked up.
Steve fished the money out of his wallet and handed it over.
"Thanks."
He nodded. "Thank you, Susan."
She watched him go, then turned to her next customer, deep in thought.