The other men trailed out in the direction of one of the local taverns where they set up a few days prior. "There's food where we're going. Enough even for us." They always needed a lot of food overall but things were rough when they could only resort to rations. "Have you gotten used to not eating much when you need to?" Steve asked as they walked, eyes drifting onto Sam for a moment. "I'm sorry if I ask too much. I'm still not used to this." For so long, he believed he had been the only super soldier.

They arrived at the tavern, only filled with soldiers, nurses and the like. It had been abandoned until they fixed it up. A kind of morale with how down everyone had been lately. It probably wasted time in some eyes but not for Steve at all. It kept the spirits up and they needed it to help with winning the war.