"Well, desperate times do call for desperate measures." Steve's not above punching snakes, broken hands or not. But he'll maybe try stomping any offenders, first.

But he nods, face serious, when Raine goes on. He appreciates the warning - and the clear statement that Raine will not feed on him. That's - a relief.

"I understand. We'll work with what reserves you've got. I'll be as fast as I can."

At least breaking things is much easier - and faster - than fixing them.

He flexes his hands, making the white electrical burn scars webbed across them stand out against his skin. He may not have super strength, but he's no weakling, either. He can rip and tear and smash and throw.