Likewise. I feel sorry for any guy who even tries to face the two of us, poor kid. [The idea has him give a grimace because whoever did have to go through that today was dealt a rude awakening. Still, the look doesn't remain long because Thor's smiling and it's contagious for some reason. Even if this is the first time he's fought beside the other, he's been with him enough to learn that a certain kind of smile is earned, and it's the one he's seeing now.

Then he catches the change, stops a little and gets quiet as he waits for the full response. He can't say that it doesn't amuse him, but as soon as Thor asks if he should help, Steve stops turning over one of the fallen slabs of concrete, straightens up a little and thinks about it. ] If you don't want to, I won't force a broom in your hand or anything, really. It'd help, but you don't have to.

Not like I can call rank on you, or anything like that. [A tease and he smiles. He's pretty sure that a lot of the others won't be aiding in clean-up either, but that's their call. It's not as if there is a division in charge of this kind of thing, so he scratches his chin, thinks about it as he settles a hand on his hip.]

I wouldn't mind the company, though. You could talk to me while I gather some of the walls that got broken down. Sound good?