[ Sam sits still for a moment. His eyes sweep over the crowd, but he doesn't really take anything in. Frankly, he's in pain. He's also still running on nothing but post-battle adrenaline, because if that fades, does he even have anything left in the gas tank to keep marching himself forwards?

After a moment, Sam looks over to Tony. Makes a 'dude what the fuck' kind of face at the forked tongue because really. Really, Tony, what the hell.

He's not unpacking 'Steve is here and has scales'... not yet. ]

The last thing I remember doing is stabbing my remaining wing into a Hulk so hard the kinetic energy blast sent us both flying and destroyed most of DC's cherry blossoms. I think I broke whatever bones he didn't already get. [ A beat. ] Not Bruce, don't worry.