Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[Steve smiles, more red and white thanks to a split lip, genuinely relieved at the (seemingly live and well) sight of Pepper, and the woman he assumes is Selina, all done up in a black catsuit (ah, Catwoman)—not precisely the type he'd imagined for Dr. Banner, but... Whatever they're joking about, he doesn't pay attention to. With a hand out, he assists the captive women in their exit—the first, the one Pepper pushed, is carefully led over the sharp edges of torn metal, then the second, and so on.
The boy gives him pause. Reeking of blood and urine, and eyes bulging with fear, he's not a prisoner. Steve drags the boy out into the openness of the street and holds him, very, very firmly, by the shoulder. Soon Pepper and Selina exit the crushed hull of the ship. Pepper's bloodied shirt gets a look, but Tony is moving toward her.
Steve is winded, his ribs aching, smeared with dirt, blood, and scratches to his face, but he can still smile. Of course, he goes in for a handshake with his free hand, because that's how it's done.] It's an honor, ma'am. Thanks. For what you did.
[The National Guard comes in in a herd, and Steve has to deal with that. The sky darkens with rain.] These people need to be looked over for injuries. As does this ...boy.