At this point, he was actually considering going to that gala with only the shirt and suit, any sort of tie be damned. He figured Natasha would intervene before it got to that point, though. It's a matter of appearance, and even a hair out of place could be enough to give them away.

Really, he needs to learn how to tie these things eventually. "I don't know how to find the video," he points out, frustration winning out over his embarrassment that he's as bad as an old man when it comes to the internet. He has made remarkable progress with computers and technology, but even so he has his limits, and still a lot to learn.

He's relieved when he hears her stepping out of the bathroom, but it's a feeling that dissipates somewhat when he gets a look at her state of... well, not undress exactly. She's evidently not uncomfortable by walking around like that, but Steve's not really used to it, and his face turns a faint shade of pink as she moves closer to him.

Wordlessly he hands her the tie and ducks his head a little, glancing away and fixing his gaze on anything other than her. The carpet is apparently a source of deep fascination to him at the moment. "Thank you."