Steve wasn't sure exactly what he was doing at the community center Christmas party. He'd never been great at social events like this. The only dancing he did was with Bucky in their living room (the right partner). He was getting better at that, but not enough to risk the safety of everyone here by dancing in public. Kidding. He wasn't that bad. Probably.
So he was just awkwardly standing on the sidelines sipping a beer and making small talk, another thing at which he didn't particularly excel. "I think the last party I was at, we were attacked by killer robots. Felt more normal than this," he chuckled. He wasn't hoping for that, of course, but Steve always felt more comfortable in a fight than at a party, and that was just sad.