Well, I wasn't exactly soaking the sun up on a beach every day back then.

[ Or ever.

Too much sun exposure and he burned. Too much heat and his asthma returned in such a fit. Besides which, he didn't exactly have a swimsuit physique.

He takes in a breath, deeper than his usual, and finds that - yeah. Rumlow's right. His chest feels tight, almost constricting.

Welcome back to the past, Rogers. ]

And I'm glad I can entertain your boredom. [ Frustrated? Him? No. This doesn't stop Steve from doing what he came out here to do in the first place. Not Rumlow, not his sudden physical change, nothing.

He begins to move back towards the scattered rubble, large stone bricks and bent metal that still needs to be cleaned up. ]

Maybe instead of staring at me like some kind of lab experiment, you could help me out instead.