"No ma'am," he says. He figures he owes her for the press debacle, at the very least.

There's a cabinet on the wall, near the space designated for his bike, with several different sizes of helmets - and one battered, sky-blue M1 helmet with the remains of a letter A painted on the front. Steve gets a private kick out of wearing it, particularly since Clint didn't seem to think he actually would. He still hasn't tried very hard to find out where it came from. It's enough that he has it and that, so far as he can tell, it's the real thing. Maybe not his original stolen helmet, but close enough.

He snaps that into place and pulls down another proper bike helmet that looks like it would fit Agent Dunham, inspecting it a moment before he holds it out. "Did you need to go back to your room first, or are you good to go?"