It's a slow and steady process, but the searing heat eventually seeps into his limbs. Steve sighs in relief even as his skin visibly reddens. It's not a perfect solution, but he didn't going crying to Tony on night one. That's progress even if he knows there's no shame in leaning on a friend aside from the fact it'd definitely wreck the mission.

He's rinsing off the soap he quickly lathered on to justify this shower by the time Natasha comes back in. Despite all the steam the hint of milk and chocolate is in the air. His mouth waters reflexively. Some sugar would be nice right about now. "Hard to say. We don't have a mirror in here." Steve jokes weakly as he turns off the water. That's enough for one night.

He cracks the shower door just enough for his massive arm to fit through and reaches blindly for a towel. "Little help?"