"Guess we'll see, huh?" I say on a laugh, flashing him a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. I'm having second thoughts; I've been having second thoughts all morning, but they were easier to ignore before I actually got here, and saw the reality of my situation. He's bigger, stronger, and even coming off his injuries, in way better shape than I'm in, currently. I haven't been this thin since my two month clinic stay last year, a couple of weeks of three square meals a day not enough to undo the damage of over a month running myself ragged. I'm lean and hungry looking, sure -- but only in the way that makes people like my Aunt May shove a sandwich in my direction.

Cap's Mr. Pinnacle of Human Perfection.

Boy, maybe I should've asked Wolverine. At least he's short.

"So, uh, how's this gonna work? I don't... Normally do this. Should I be bowing?" I lower my head, slightly. "Waxing on and off?" Lifting my hand again, I make a circular gesture, and then quickly straighten, giving him a salute instead. "Standing at attention?"