“No way I can look as bad as you,” Steve says, still more stoic despite the joking than he had been from what Bucky remembers. He had just been swallowed by a blood blob and that’s going to take a moment to get over. The pair leave and though Sylar thinks to go with them, he instead stands over John like a gloomy shadow very nearly licking his lips.

He looks a mess, blood all over him, but he’s been in that position before. It’s nothing and— “Gabe, give me a hand,” Jack calls. He doesn’t need help checking in with the rest of the gang but he does need Sylar to turn off that predatory crap right now.

In the bathroom, it takes several minutes for the water to run warm enough for Steve not to look somewhat bewilderingly jumpy about it on his skin. “I thought the future was flying cars,” he mutters to Bucky. “Not magic and aliens.”