Steve's glad for the sizable amount of coat racks so he can unbundle from the cold outside once he's inside the hall. The last thing he wants to do is waddle around in his huge coat and mittens all afternoon while he's trying to mingle.

He's got on another of his Avengers teeshirts that he's been slowly collecting tucked into a pair of jeans with only a scant few charcoal smudges on it. Must have been cleaning today instead of arting. Verity had been the one to invite him formally to this shindig, but Clint's hollering draws him over there first.

"Gotta admit, that smells pretty good."