It was obvious that his captor had something wrong with him. Something very wrong. So many things gave it away that Steve might be in the hands of a mad man or a spy gone rogue: The body armor, the name, the fact that there was no explanation as to why Steve was on dry land when the man didn’t even seem to know him and their lack of contact from anyone save for a hybrid grocery store with German/ English lettering on it.

Everything pointed to a potential double cross too.

He needed more information here and the agent wasn’t going to be the one to provide it.

So Steve stood. He wasn’t threatening in any other way. He just stood and took hold of the coat in one hand to cover himself. “I think I’ll go and find something myself,” he said, carefully picking his way towards an obvious exit.