"Right." He drags himself to his feet and offers her a hand up, more for the contact than anything else. "Whatever Mr. Bishop needs... tissue, blood. As long as it gets destroyed after things get sorted out, if it helps get me back faster, it's his."

Peter straightens as they come out of the office, looking from one to the other for some indicator of the situation. "Cap." He pauses, then amends himself. "Captain Rogers. I'm sorry to blindside you with-"

Steve holds his hand out, and Peter takes it automatically, wondering how Rogers gauges exactly how much strength to use during average physical interactions as opposed to those with people his level of strength.

"Thank you," Steve says, and he does mean it. "For trying to warn me."