I just had to.Steve Rogers was a simple man. He didn't seek many things in his now long life, but he appreciated the little things. He like coming home to friends, riding his motorcycle, and drawing. After joining the Avengers, a battle well done was added to that short list.
It was after they had just fought a wild beast of a thing(Tony kept calling it nature's ugly lovechild) he had to admire and appreciate the creature being taken away, another job well done in his book.
He couldn't help but to comment on the view. He whistled lowly before uttering a single sentence.
"Hot damn." He heard silence on the comms, before Steve heard his well repeated words thrown back in his face.
"Language!"