Normal Steve, but you shot yourself in the foot.

It would be a good idea to turn things back to normal, but this is Steve. He was the worst type of roommate. Just remembering what he was like minutes ago started to get your blood to boil. Unconsciously you tightened your grip on the gun setting it off once again.

Waking up from the flash you continue to watch Steve clean up the mess you've been leaving for him. He told you not to bother cleaning up so he could get the extra exercise in while cleaning up for you. Well he wanted exercise and outside of the gym, your lazy ass couldn't be bothered.

Needing to take a piss, you get up and walk to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, as was your favorite activity, Steve was smiling back at you....Wait...Steve...? But wasn't your name Ma-- Marcus, Matt,or something along that line of thought? Looking at your hands you realized you had become Steve.

Looking at your hands, they were also empty. You left the gun in the living room!