"That's the goal," he replies, looking over the cape like it's some sort of strange enemy. But he's no stranger to tackling that kind of thing-- it's just a new playing field and new rules, but he's got this handled. Or, he thinks he does. Like a group of reeds together, he's hard to bend and even harder to break. He won't give in.

"You don't?" he asks, like that's a valid question. Anyone would take at least a moment to let it sink in how doomed they are, but Steve is strong. Steve will be strong. "I'll sprout wings and fly us out of here if I have to," he jokes. But honestly, he thinks maybe he could get some attached to his cowl, if he ever gets a new one.