Steve somehow manages to both raise and furrow his brow at that, though it's by no means an expression Sam hasn't seen before.

"Nothin'," he says truthfully. "Believe it or not, Sam, we got off the Raft without a hitch." Just because the star spangled man's got a plan doesn't mean things always go according to it, but after Natasha had sent him the encoded blueprints and T'challa able to help decipher them, the rest had been relatively straightforward. "Whatever you remember happening to us, it didn't." He glances to the edge of the roof, a sweeping sort of glance that encompasses the hospital below them and the town beyond.

"I woke up here a couple months ago, too. They told me I got thrown from my bike, and I think I remember it that way too, but . . ." He looks back at Sam, expression unhappy because he doesn't really have an answer here for him. "You know me." Getting thrown from a moving motorcycle would barely slow him down at best. Then again, maybe Sam doesn't remember that part. It'd taken Steve a while to realize it himself. And explanation for another time. "Let's get you outta here."