Said victim felt the sharp bite of the improvised projectile, and even without turning he knew, deep down, who was responsible. When Steve turned sharply the human shields that were Tony's army did little to dissuade his narrowed eyes, and he excused himself from the crowd of veterans he'd attracted.
He plucked the shard free as he strode across the battlefield, and honestly, it was pretty impressive. Was that a spoon?? How did he even manage to do that.
"Anyone I catch is getting the tickle torture," he warned, a good number of Tony's brood fleeing at the threat.