Steve's expression goes closed as the tip of the blade nicks its way into his throat. Automatically, his name, rank and serial number start playing in his head like a vinyl, a quiet soundtrack to Loki's speech.

"He cares about us, and Ear- Midgard. Having him around has saved us before." He hesitates, the tip of the spear opening little nicks on his throat whenever he speaks. "He cares about you. He misses you."