You don't need to run if we're together. I'll keep us safe. On that note ... hold onto my bag, will you?

[ Steve steps away to the middle of the alley, taking off his coat and then hauling his shirt over his head. He folds them to one side on a dumpster, beginning to take off his shoes. ]

If I'm doing this, I'm doing it properly. Suggestions before I start wishing for wolf stuff?