Medical destitute was something he was going to have to get used to back in this time. Hell, soldiers got stabbed with vials of morphine, which seemed both a brilliant and poor way to go. He let Steve breath without staring too much, aware that his attention was better suited elsewhere.

"Agent Carter said we're doing combat exercises tomorrow," he said simply. "You know, competitive matches and stuff." He looked up at Steve and smirked. "I'm going to win. You won't suffer like you did tonight again."