Steve was standing guard, but he was also listening to the girl, focusing on her, thinking through everything they'd been presented with. The first thing he noticed that was out of place was that step on the wood. He turned, shield raised, as the kick landed on the door. "Shit," he hissed, then glanced back. "Get her out of here, I'll hold him off," it was his first instinct. Stand between others and danger. Be the Shield.

At least he had it with him, otherwise things would be a lot more dangerous. Whoever this guy was, he was strong. Hopefully vibranium making his bones rattle would take the spring out of his step.