[ Permission isn't unwelcome, if maybe a little more unexpected than Steve's willing to dwell on at the moment — though it still manages to catch him at an odd angle, like anticipating a climb up and stumbling on even ground, delaying his slight nod to Wedge in response even as he's strapping the gun to his back. ]

You get a chance to take that thing down, you shouldn't wait up for us.

[ If this were his command, it would be an order. As it is, it should at least assuage Luke's concerns. Steve grabs some of the grappling gear that would ordinarily be used for ship repairs in the field and starts to hook himself up. Looking down at the straps as he adjusts them, his tone is light but his volume for Natasha's ears only this time. ]

So I've been thinking I oughta learn some Russian.