"Yeah? I...have heard of a few people like that. Super heroes, they call 'em."

Steve sounds sad when he says it. Looking down at his own bony hands. It doesn't do to stand there focusing on what he hasn't got. He'd be dead by now if he did that about his health. Rather to focus on what he can do.

"I'm just a kid from Brooklyn getting beat up in alleys for sticking my neck out."