He nodded his head, agreeing with the assessment. He wasn't just a soldier, though he was a damn good one in the field nonetheless. He'd seen far more messy combat before he ever came back here, and he understand that skill only went so far. Part of survival was luck and being able to kill without hesitation.

"I'll join up if you want me," he said with a smirk. "Stark going to outfit us, or are we going back to regulation uniforms aside from you?"

He allowed his eyes to survey Steve in that nice officer's uniform and noted the location of the barkeep on the other end of the bar. He leaned closer to Steve. "Makes parts of me grow too," he said with a lewd grin. "Anyway, people respect the uniform."