Oh that was nice sentiment, but Rogers was currently too much of a reed to be much use in a fight. Brock grew up rough and he could protect himself better than most. The kids here hadn't even seen combat yet. "That's a nice thought, kid," he said, only because Steve was physically smaller and technically younger.

He lay back and pushed his pack off to the side before he rolled onto his side and peered over the side of the bed to where Steve was laying. "Maybe more people should just stop being jerks and not have to punch you," he said with a smirk. "But that's what here is about. It's learning to defend yourself and others."