Steve sat among the rubble, side-eying a part of the ceiling that had seemed weakened especially and rethinking his route out. In front of him a large metal case that was heavier than he'd have suspected had been pulled slightly away from the wall. He touched the cracks in the casing, thoughtfully, but had already found the power outlet and wasn't willing to break in unless it seemed like the only option.
Sighing to himself, he sat back and simply waited for the help that said he was on his way.
"Really shoulda been Rocket or Tony helping you, pal. But we'll get you back up and walking, somehow," he murmured, giving the lid a gentle pat. He did his best to sound confident, unable to tell if Baymax could hear him inside or was indeed sleeping like he'd suggested, though his expression was nakedly stressed as he kept glancing to his phone, hoping the Pokemon showed up quickly.