[ The path he takes through the city is long and winding, a trail of steps that lead him back to the spot that he started in what he reasonably figures took an hour. There's sweat on his brow and a fine layer of dust on his suit when he sets out again, choosing another direction. The map installed in his suit isn't so helpful, so it's on Steve to note the shape of each damaged structure, committing them to memory.

Those massive claw marks don't exactly bode well. He stops near one for a moment, scanning it.

When the light in the sky shifts from orange to red he stops in his tracks again, lifting a hand to shield his eyes as he glances up. The buildings obscure his view. He turns to a nearby wall and begins to scale it, finding purchase in the damaged structure. Dust scatters from a foothold - you might want to watch out if you're passing below. ]

What do you figure they're looking for?

[ He's in the underground, eyes fixed on the show playing out in the air in front of them. Black against darker black, the figures seem somber - almost ominous. The images dissipate after a time. He moves toward another monolith, activating a different story: bright, blinding light and a racing cloud of dust. Destruction. He finds his eyes narrowing, squinting as if to brace himself against the intangible force rushing outward, the press of heat that isn't present in the cool underground. His mind supplies the details, wanted or not. Some days his memory's too sharp for its own good, he thinks.

With the burst of light this image fades too, leaving the cavern in shadow again. ]

Feel free to hit me up with a different prompt! Canon point-wise I'll be taking him from post-Captain America: Civil War.