"I realize you probably got to play with all the really great toys while being all Black Hawk Down on the far side of the world, but, please, believe me when I say this: you don't get to touch my car. And I am an excellent driver."

He fishes his keys out of of his pocket, lets them jingle as they walk back down the blacktop to the parking lot, steps jaunty, and he's actually feeling a little less like murdering everyone on sight, which is a definite step up for him today.

And Steve -- Steve is actually loosening up. A little. A very little, okay, it's still basically like trying to bend a steel pipe into a pretzel shape, but every now and then, like just now, a slight crack in the facade appears. So maybe he's not just a tin soldier, then. Maybe he actually is human, with thoughts beyond revenge and how to most efficiently clear a jammed gun.

Danny's still not sure he's buying the line of zeros on his wrist, but it's a start.