Steve has no way of knowing the heels equals Pepper Potts. The ceasing outside the door is enough indication that he should stop what he's doing. He's on his feet by the time she steps inside. Steve wastes no time crossing over to her and offering his hand. "We haven't. Steve Rogers. I fought with Mr. Stark in New York." He glances back at Tony's introduction. He can't help smiling in amusement. "I also bake pies."