The first thing that Steve heard was the hum of machinery starting up, and that was enough to draw his attention. Most of the power sources hadn't been restored yet, so how was something like that even possible?

He took a risk and shifted upward to look through the window for a split second, but he didn't see anything of note, just an empty room. Wherever the man had placed himself, it was further into the house, and Steve had to wonder if that was purposeful.

Then he spoke up, his voice coming thinly through the microphone. Steve took a moment to analyze what he said. It seemed like he was talking to himself, even if the words were directed toward someone else. Not that strange, but what did it mean? What would be easier? And who was he speaking to?

That didn't matter so much as the fact that he had a personal source of energy. Curious to see what would happen, Steve circled around to the front door and knocked firmly on it. He wasn't the best at covers, but he'd learned a lot from Natasha. He kept his ears perked in case the guy tried to make a run for it, too.