He'd worry about arguing her out of driving home after just a couple hours when she woke up. For the time being, Steve was surprisingly alright with just keeping her there on his sofa, letting her sleep a while while he stroked her hair. He should get her something more comfortable to do it in, not that he had a single thing likely to fit her in his apartment, or at very least move her to his bed so she could be comfortable. But she was worn out and he didn't have the heart to disturb her just yet.

He didn't even have the heart to disturb her as her phone kept flashing until it wasn't just a text anymore. On the third call, he just sighed and shifted out from under her to pick it up. He couldn't just let it ring and let it wake her when she needed to rest and knowing the fear he'd felt getting the call from her, he could only imagine the worry no answer at all would inspire.

Steve wouldn't just let anyone have to feel that if he could help in any way.

So he stepped through into the kitchen, kept his voice pitched low even then, and answered with a quick: "Hey, Kate's not available at the moment. Can I ask her to give you a call back in the morning?"

And hoped that would be good enough, because he wasn't looking to get drawn into an interrogation.