Steve patrolled, generally in the park or near the train station, rain or shine. It was common for him to head in the direction of the station any time he saw one heading into the city.

As he moved closer to the station, trotting down the street, he saw a man bending down on the ground and slowed from his fast jog to a walk. He pulled off his helmet, letting it dangle from his fingers, and placed the shield on his back.

"Hey!" he called, raising a hand in greeting as he walked towards the newcomer. But as Tony started to react to the call, Steve recognized the trashed Ironman suit. "Tony?"