After the little embarrassment in front of the office, Steve didn't go home. Instead he went to a gym. Steve walked in, his suit in his old dufflebag since he had no locker anymore. He needed to think, and he didn't think he could face Sharon right now. He didn't know what she would think of the legendary Steve Rogers losing her possible killer. He set up punching bags, punching them, lost in thought. Who was this guy? How did he get that robot arm? And how did he stand his punches? This guy was clearly his primary target. If he ever showed up again, he was going to get him. He won't be so lucky next time. After knocking 8 punching bags off the rack, he decided he should go back home, and make sure Sharon was alright.

He drove his motorcycle back to the apartment complex, climbing off. His cuts and bruises were smaller now, but his sides and face was still sore from the beating with the metal arm. He now wore his a gray athletic t-shirt, some jeans, and some sneakers. He walked up the stairs, and saw Sharon's door open. He was afraid of what she might say to him, but he cared for her, and wanted to make sure she was alright. He walked over to the door, giving a light knock. "Hey... How're you holding up?" He asked, stepping inside to see her working on bandaging her own arm, and making faces. Steve smiled, shaking his head. "Looks like you need a hand..." He walked over to Sharon, sitting next to her, taking the bandage, but not making eye contact with her. "Is this the only injury you got?" Steve asked gently, once putting on the bandage he used his free arm to gently run his hand up her shoulder.