Steve grinned widely at that. Lady Crawley was nice in a way that women just weren't in the world he woke up in. It was comforting but not complicated, and that made him feel pretty relaxed around her. "That's good to hear. I wouldn't want to be the thing you complain about on an island like this." For as hot as it was, it was beautiful. There was no denying that.
He couldn't help but laugh at her thought that good genes were responsible for his super human abilities. "More like Vita Rays," Steve replied, still chuckling to himself. She probably wouldn't understand since he honestly didn't, so he continued. "I was really small, maybe ninety pounds soaking wet? Up until I was in my 20s, when the war hit. I wanted to enlist, tried half a dozen times before they finally took me. This doc, he had a procedure and a formula that could turn regular guys into super soldiers. I won the test spot and came out of the pod looking like this." Glistening and all, as the case was.
"I'm stronger, faster, can go longer. I need maybe four hours of sleep a night, if that. The one downside is I need to constantly eat. My metabolism's so high that it'll get bad if I don't eat larger meals on a semi-regular basis." He was eating less than he probably should have because he wanted to make sure there was plenty for everyone else first. If he needed to, he'd hunt something small for himself to supplement as needed.
"I bet they don't have anything like that in Downton, huh Lady Crawley?"