Steve's look is what lingers this time, though at least it's mostly clinical and all about assessing those bruises. He's both satisfied by their presence and making damn sure nothing looks worse than he'd expect (or want) it to.

"Only if you need the room." He puts the bag on the counter, fishes out one of the take-out boxes and puts it off to the side of where Clint's working, then heads off into the bathroom to clean himself up some. Not a full shower, just washing his face and hands. Makes a mental note to shave when he does get that shower, and then heads back out.

Where he takes his food and just sits down on the floor. It's comfortable enough and isn't in Clint's way. "You get most of what you needed to do done while I was out?"