Steve takes a half-step back in surprise when he sees the source of the footsteps, salute lost. Steve's not small - not any more - but the armor-clad man still towers over him. It's less John's size that takes him off-guard than the sudden return to a physical point of view he's spent the last few months without.

Another quick salute. "At ease," Steve says, a little awkwardly. He's used to the Commandos, who wouldn't stand at attention for him if he paid them. "It's nice to meet you."