[color=aba000][u][b]Steve Cooper- Remembering...[/b][/u][/color] 

"Oh well..." The Doc cleared his throat. "Actually...while the mutants might normally, um, prefer the taste of human meat. They certainly don't have to have it. They're quite happy with a variety of different meat types, animal or otherwise. I suspect the creature will be able to feed himself quite well given the variety of local fauna around here. 'Rad-stags' and 'Mirelurks' I think they're called, seem to be quite common around Salem."

[i]I’m surprised a Vault doctor would know about super mutant.... don’t have them in Vaults or do they? [/i]

“Just because he may be able to feed himself doesn’t mean he’d prefer it to human flesh... “Steve commented back “or that he will be able to control himself once he gets into a Mutant rage”

[i]Or whatever causes those mutie freaks to blow themselves up [/i]

Shortly after that Rook himself arrived, Steve for the most part kept to himself and finished his dinner...soon Hotshot would be here to shoot the mutant and he didn’t want any Mutated blood in his rather delicious lovely radstag meal.
[b]
will have to steal his recipe If I leave town[/b]

Disappointedly it seems Hotshot cigarette's graving has saved Mutie (for now) as she began to haggle with the Kěxiào girl only for the girl to foolishly give hotshot a free carton... Perhaps Kěxiào seemingly natively? from the looks of it could also be exploited by Steve?  

That however was when Overcoat who had been in Mutie cheerleader contest with Kěxiào before Hotshot arrived tapped Steve on the shoulder. She whispered in his ear. "I need to speak to you in private."
"Sure, Overcoat," Steve replied as he finished off his Nuka-cola dark. "Let's head outside."

Overcoat led Steve to the outside of the diner and behind before finally stopping and turning back to address him. "I heard you last night. In the lower levels of the apartment complex." She paused and folded her arms. "I was there. That 'unicorn' you found? It belongs to the woman living there, who was not in good enough shape to reply to your hollering."

At that, Overcoat paused and pursed her lips "She is weary of strangers, so do be careful."

Steve was oddly silent for an few movement as he just processed what he had heard... before staring at Overcoat with an oddly calm look before speaking...  "Let me get this straight... You left an badly injured woman, I assume alone and suffering in an Dark, smelly and cold 
apartment block to have a [b]FUCKING MILKSHAKE?[/b]" Steve shouted 

“Are you fucking Moron or where you just born stupid.” Steve replied as he began walking up the down nearby an Old newspaper stand box. “this is just same as what happen to Sam “Don’t worry Honey it’s just an flesh wound” well it wasn’t she had internal bleeding and two hours later she was fucking [b]DEAD[/b]!” Steve declared as he punched the newspaper stand box. 

Usually an newspaper box could withstand an punch or two but 200 years of fallout, crabs and the foulness Barney had deposited in there last week had weaken the structure with Steve’s punch being the final blow. It didn’t even take a second before the rotten wood within the machine to begin collapsing upon itself and crashing down to the ground.. 

[i]Fuck you Boston paper! 
[/i]

“Stay right there.”  Steve seemlying outright ordered to Overcoat before slowing walked towards the diner... his eyes closes Steve attempted to calm himself down and muttered “I won’t let this one..... I won’t let this one die.”  

Entering the diner Steve ignored any looks the others were giving him and calmly spoke to the Vault Doctor “Doctor, there is an Injured woman in that apartment block that I will be bring to your clinic soon... I do not know her current condition but I believe she has been shot and lost a considerable amount of blood... “

Leaving the diner Steve returned Overcoat with a look in his eyes which pretty much screamed “you are an fucking idiot” to her.
“Take me to this woman now, she needs immediate medical help.”