The snowcone gets shoved in his hand and he takes it, since it isn't a bomb or anything problematic, staring at Danny's back in confusion when the man is already digging into the car after saying he said something for the little girl who is, seriously, not moving away from the car. Which is where Steve wants her to be. Anywhere away from the car. Away from situations that probably won't happen here, but have happened in too many missions past that he doesn't think on.

Almost ever. The ones he never thinks about. Except when he wakes up swinging, having watched worlds burn again.

But Danny is digging in the car, and they are both waiting on him. Waiting on him to turn around with. What. There is a bunny. Pink and fuzzy and Steve's not sure if soft has a look. Forget his looking toward the excited kid next to him. He's busy marveling that thing is basically larger than half of Danny's body. Where was he hiding that in the back of the mustang?

She's excitedly hugging the thing around its neck and scampering off, lickety split, the feet of it dragging in the sand behind her as she's runs off, like Danny might change his mind. And Steve can't even begin to know where to start with what he wants to ask. Who even carries that around in their car? Just. What? And that it actually worked. That Danny Williams is over there beaming like a lune about that kid running away like he might steal it back any second. What.

Which is the same question that comes out of Danny's mouth while he's staring. Trying to find a single question.

But it's broken with the laughter coming from beyond Danny, as Chin suddenly pushes out from the crowd, returning to them from Komekona. From the money, and the ice, and the shirts, and a little girl, and truly giant pink bunny. And seriously, the only thing to hits Steve's head rolls right out his mouth, "You better have a name."

Because after all that, Steve deserves a name, the name. And an eta on when this shirt comes off.