No, he can't. Steve vaguely protests before pushing onto more important matters like getting clean. He's not about to wreck his sketchbook while getting in a naked wrestling match with Tony Stark. He has shame, alright?

He pops his head out to yell at Tony for invading his privacy before he notices he hasn't actually opened it. Steve moves back in to rinse the soap out of his hair. "Yeah." He starts lathering up some soap anxiously away from the spray of water. "You're not going to want to look at all that."

It's not unusual for him to capture images of the past. There is a painting of his first love hanging up in his room. They're mixed in with images of Pepper, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, and Sam in candid moments. One page is Sam clearly counseling someone off screen, another is Pepper lounging on the beach with Tony, then another is Bucky as a child, followed by the bombed out bar in London, what might have been trenches at one point that have been aggressively scribbled over, an incredibly detailed image of Bucky's metal arm, blank pages... and back to his friends. That's about where his head is at right now.