Steve didn't much believe in superstitions like that, but he understood Stark's point. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, felt the muscles rolling underneath his uniform and was struck by some of that odd dissonance that still shocked him from time to time. Because the fact was that for the grand majority of his life, he'd been much smaller than this; every now and then, the change still took him by surprise.

At least he'd gotten to a point where he didn't almost trip over his own feet.

"We'll see. Either way, I'm sure I'll find a way to keep myself entertained." If push came to shove, he could always strike out into the city and find out some more about Los Angeles. He knew that it was on par with New York City in terms of both size and attractions, so getting to explore might be interesting.

Steve glanced back to Stark and tilted his head. "I'm guessing you have all kinds of ways to keep an eye on Doom, right?"