It was easy to move with Tony. To read his movements and predict them so that they could systematically take care of guards. It was easier than it should be considering the difference in their fighting styles and they really didn't get a lot of chance to fight alongside one another.

"Be careful," Steve acknowledged, accepting the order and heading to the right. The man was in a full suit of armor so he could only hope that he would be alright even with his injuries. Steve told himself he didn't worry because of the name on his arm but rather because they were teammates. He would be concerned about anyone on his team. A name didn't mean anything.