Steve had gotten better - mostly - about blushing when people gave him the once-over. He'd probably been pretty terrible about it, the first few times, but now he just looked a little embarrassed and glanced at his feet whenever anyone saw him naked. Half of that was because he'd been embarrassed by the skinny body he'd grown up with, and the other half was because he wasn't used to getting appreciative looks other than derogatory ones.

Sam seemed more concerned with the bruise on his side, though - and he couldn't blame him. His side ached it a way that made him want to curl up, and sleeping on that chair last night had not exactly helped. "A little," he said - which was probably a clear lie. It hurt "a little" about as much as getting injected with the serum had hurt "a little." But it wasn't going to kill him, and that was what mattered. "It'll heal. Is there a bench in this shower?" He might need it if he planned to spend any amount of time in there.