[ Their eyes meet and he lets out a breath: relief. ] Steve Rogers.
[ He rubs away the sweat on his brow against his knee, pausing before he continues: ] Someone picked me up from Jersey.
[ There's something like wry, self-deprecating humor in the way he says that, faint as it is in his voice. His arms pull around his legs, chin resting on his knees. ]
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[ He rubs away the sweat on his brow against his knee, pausing before he continues: ] Someone picked me up from Jersey.
[ There's something like wry, self-deprecating humor in the way he says that, faint as it is in his voice. His arms pull around his legs, chin resting on his knees. ]