Steve moved closer to Bucky's shoulder and peered out at their surroundings. For a moment, he couldn't quite catalogue what he saw, it was too foreign. But he, at least, had been through something of this nature before. You close your eyes and open them on a whole new world. They all could relate in one way or another, now, he supposed. He didn't think anyone who had come through thus far had been an actual native of Las Vegas. But this...this was a little more extreme.
"The others are probably out there somewhere," Steve said, worry and conviction in his voice. Conviction that he would find them. All of them. Not just his own people. "They might need help."