[ The weirdest part about this so far - beyond the talk of theoretical superpowers and upcoming space missions - is how well this weird jumpsuit fits him.

When left to his own devices Steve wanders toward this way, stepping around the sections of padded flooring and foam-torsos. He gives one a slow push with his hand, watching it snap straight again. Eyes it for another second or two. Bucky had taught him how to throw a punch, thumb outside his fist, but his fights have always ended in a tangle of limbs, skin rubbed raw against brick and pavement. There's a rough, coppery edge to his thoughts as he considers the soft foam, lifting both fists like a boxer and throwing a solid hit to the molded solar plexus of the dummy. No finesse or signs of proper training to his movements to anyone with an eye for that sort of thing, not that the dummy cares. It snaps back and then forward, shaking its way back and forth to a neutral position. ]

[ Steve can't say he's got a clue what his specialized skill is, but between IOTA and RHO he's got an idea what his symbiote might be.

The confusion of the hatching had made it less obvious, the almost constant background noise of broodmates and the nest acting as a grainy film over his senses. But when it started to calm -

He takes the track at a slow run at first, focusing on the air moving in and out of his lungs. Even when he picks up speed after a minute, Steve's legs and feet are pounding the track at an average eight and a half minute mile run. In and out, his lungs start to burn.

It feels good.

At two miles he slows his pace for a half minute, slows to a walk for another, then stops. Bends down to press his hands on his knees. In between pants he lets out a sharp, surprised laugh, the sensation of being winded and, for some reason, glad for it bubbling off of him to anyone nearby.

If someone approaches, he'll look up and straighten with a sort of daze half smile, sweat on his brow and his face flushed red from the run. ]

Wanna do a lap?

( Anything you want! He can be found eyeing the weapons rack or wandering around the range, looking like he's not sure where to start with the lasers and swords. )