Of all the things JR expected to find, Steve Rogers was not one of them. He continued sweeping the room long enough to be sure there weren't any bad guys waiting to ambush him before slinging his rifle and moving toward the other man.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" The only question was figuring out which Rogers it was. He was pretty sure it wasn't Stevie, the haircut and body language were all wrong, which left Captain America himself. JR just wasn't sure which vintage he was dealing with.