Steve occasionally keeps beer or hard cider around, but he's not a big drinker. It doesn't do anything for him, so unless it tastes great, he tends not to bother. And today he's got nothing but soft drinks. He fills a glass for each of them, then starts getting out things to cook with: the meat, the rolls, mushrooms and onions...

"They kind of suit you," he says artlessly, smirking. "But I gotta be honest, I'm glad I don't have eyeballs that can weld steel. God, I remember the first couple times I tried to run after the serum--I was actually born pretty normal, a little sickly, but I volunteered for an experiment--it was like I couldn't control my body. All engine, no brakes. I pitched right through a shop window, running down the street."