He jerked slightly in the restraints that held him down, his eyes slowly opening to peer around the ceiling. It sure was bland. Instinct, long hardened in battle, drew his eyes down to the source of the tugging and tearing of the restraints.

He sighted Steve and it took him a moment to place the face and the size of the guy. "I... had him on the ropes," he mumbled and flexed his hands. His knuckles were bloody and torn as if he had been literally fighting something previously.