Steve prefers not to make enemies where he can help it. Nat would beg to differ, but she's better at the smiling and subterfuge than he is. He tends to come in like a bulldozer.

"You may not have to," he says, mouth quirked. "If she really is like me, she can probably take care of herself. I bounce back pretty quickly. Rapid healing and living through the Great Depression will have that effect."

He moves to stand up and stops himself, glancing at all the rest of the equipment. "Are we done? Do I need a sucker or something?"