Steve thinks he's starting to learn, at least, when the blank face is bad and when it's just blank because Winter's got his mind on other things. And it's pretty fair to have his mind on other things.

He nods, resisting the very strong urge to toe the nearest one with his own boot. "Honestly? I don't want you to touch 'em again. I think we should assume it's one or both and treat them as hazardous."

And possibly everything else in the armory - wouldn't that be great. "What if I get a broom to just - sweep them into something so we can dispose of them?"