Broken and alone doesn't even begin to cover it, and as Steve regains his composure that may begin to become evident. Maybe he's partly still in shock, but it's all too easy to sink back into that battlefield mindset, where function is paramount and emotion and individual well-being are meaningless. He'll walk it off until he can't any longer. That's kind of what he does, even before the war and the serum. Stand up, brush yourself off, endure.

"I'm sorry to hear it," he says, in the same tone of voice Colonel Phillips told him about Bucky's MIA status decades ago; not devoid of compassion, not devoid of respect, but brusque nonetheless. "Whoever they were."

"Saw him. Got punched by him. I wasn't interesting enough to kill, I guess." Apparently the one emotion still creeping through the breaches in his soldier armor is bitterness. "They're all doing triage wherever they can get to. Banner's helping out in Wakanda, Romanoff is looking for her mideast contacts, Rhodes has a stop in Vienna but he's headed this way when he can be. Thor offered to gather up the others, if they're gatherable, but I don't expect him to stay on this planet long unless we can give him a better impetus than revenge. That, and he has what remains of his own people to look after, too. Asgard's been destroyed. Not by Thanos. Might be better if you wait for Thor's explanation on that one."

He's back to surnames only again. Battle etiquette. His eyes are empty. "You want me to get you home? You're the best chance we have of keeping the planet's infrastructure from self-destructing. The brains in Wakanda are good, but you have a knack for making something out of nothing. We need that now."