Later--much later--Steve might question the coat Cricket is wearing and how familiar it is. Might twig on to descriptions of this second younger Asgardian god of mischief and wonder. Right now he's doggedly determined to do right by Cricket Pate to the best of his abilities however and that requires all of his attention.

The home doesn't look like its had more visitors since Cricket left, but Steve's hand is still at the kid's shoulder when he tries to move inside.

"Where did you leave the gun?" He whispers urgently over the wind. Let Steve go first, please. Of the two of them here, the soldier has a better chance of disarming or blocking any kind of fire. But he's not going to linger outside, either. Time is critical right now, and chances are the man Cricket shot is unconscious yet.