Steve isn't quite sure how long they've been at this, but it feels like a long time. They've finally made their way through the crumbling, shifting city, and maybe there was a close call or two - and that one time he'd come to with a firm metal grip around his waist, blinking away what must have been an illusion that had seemed a little too real.

He's glad that only happened once, at least. So far.

Now they can see the park a few blocks ahead, and getting there is their top priority, guiding a group of people they've run into along the way. Steve doesn't exactly want to get too far from Soldat, even if it makes tactical sense, mostly because if one of them gets stuck in another illusion... well. They'll need extraction. So he sticks close to the other, letting him lead the way, because he's still got James in there, and James knows the city, such as it is, better than what Steve can remember, no matter how vivid his life as James' brother might be. He doesn't want to rely too heavily on those memories, just in case.

"Keep an eye on those buildings," he says, pointing to the block up ahead. "I don't want them coming down on anyone."