Steve sighs when he's hauled back up to his feet, digging his blades into the ice and gripping Nat's hand while he tries to get himself settled in a vertical position again. He could be upset, sure. But there's nothing but a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, you'd think with all the upgrades, the least I could do was maybe figure out how to do this whole skating thing. Survive bombs and getting shot at, no sweat." His fingers wrap around her wrist lightly. "Put me against something for recreational fun, and I'm still that kid from Brooklyn."