And he goes along when tugged, for reasons completely unknown to him. Combat instinct tells him to dig his heels in, yank back out of Steve's grasp and use the crowds to buy himself cover and distance, but the thought of Steve panicked amidst all these bystanders, standing out like a sore thumb and easy pickings for anyone with eyes, makes something in his gut twist.

He can't feel the warmth of the hand wrapped around his, although he can feel the pressure. The only people that willingly touch the arm are the scientists in charge of repairing or testing it. Everyone else knows better to put themselves in range of his grasp, when all it takes is the twitch of a nerve or a spark between wires for him to put someone through a wall.

It's that more than anything that makes him protest, back in English. The longer he goes without contact with his handlers, the greater the chance of an Incident. "But I have to come in."