Steve sees the pain on Jim's face when he explains and nods along with what the captain is saying. It's clearly an old wound and not one he likes having probed. Steve didn't know, but it's no excuse to get nosy. So he takes half a step back, his own smile warm and genuine.
"Hold on. Hold that thought." He grabs a duffel bag that's by the door of his apartment and disappears into his bathroom. It only takes him a minute (thanks to years and years of practice) to walk out in his suit, his helmet clutched in one hand and his shield in the other. Steve puts on the helmet once Jim's looking at him properly. Holds out both of his arms in a 'tada' kind of way.
"At least you don't have to wear this when you do it."
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Date: 2017-12-10 02:09 am (UTC)"Hold on. Hold that thought." He grabs a duffel bag that's by the door of his apartment and disappears into his bathroom. It only takes him a minute (thanks to years and years of practice) to walk out in his suit, his helmet clutched in one hand and his shield in the other. Steve puts on the helmet once Jim's looking at him properly. Holds out both of his arms in a 'tada' kind of way.
"At least you don't have to wear this when you do it."