ADI has become something of a minefield of strange effects, and even if smashing mirrors or throwing artifacts doesn't work, it still feels better than doing nothing. Steve has been warily patrolling, Mjolnir in one hand because this seems like the time to start carrying it around, when he hears scuffling in the next hall over and breaks into a run, only to find -

"Winter?" He stands there, blinking, for a second, before his brain gets into gear and he sprints forward, hand reaching out as if to help tear off some offending piece of gear. "What's wrong?" Is there something in his clothes? Is he hurt?

But coming closer, he can't help but notice that Winter's right arm is - "What did you touch?" he demands, looking around at the gear strewn everywhere, and anything else that might be in the hallway, besides.