The fact that it was not his first experience reorienting himself in new rules of biomechanics, in a vastly restructured skeleton and differing muscle attachments (or at least the strength of those attachments) made the situation doubly strange. His transformation before had come at the price of agony so intense he had, for all his attempts to control it, passed out from it. This transformation had come with no pain, no scientific team, no injections of either antibiotics or the combination of radiation and chemicals he hadn't half understood.

He had a hard enough time understanding how exactly he was supposed to stand with his skeleton feeling as if it had been stretched wider and shorter in some dimensions, and narrower and longer in others.

He reached out a hand to shake that of the other man's, "Steve. Steve Rogers."