Phil Coulson, Anthony Stark, a variation on my younger brother, and myself. Naught else.

[ The hand on Steve's shoulder moves to rest between his shoulder blades, helping him remain on the stool. He has never seen Steven thus- but tis but one more strange twist of this place. To be lessened is uncomfortable enough, but tis good that he is here to mind Steven if he had not been expecting it. ]

For a time Natasha, a version of Natasha, Darcy, Jane, and your James Barnes were here as well, but they have since...left.