There is something comforting in the way Winter grips him, too; Steve slowly takes one step forward, then another. Then another. The path seems to be staying put. For now. He hates being so cautious, but he doesn't want to move faster, so he gets them inching along at a slow but steady pace, step by step, eyes on the ground, hoping Winter will warn him if he's about to smack into something.

His lips do twitch into a smile, though, when he replies, "I think it's less a matter of can she do it and more a matter of will she."

Okay, Steve's bad at sneaking. But he's not terrible.