Sam's not exactly thrilled about being here. It creeps him out, for one, and while he isn't thrilled about using the castle as a home base, either, it's better than this.

But he's in the catacombs anyway, because it'd be stupid to avoid a place just because it gives him the creeps, when there might be something worthwhile in there. And especially when he's still got a handful of people he's looking for. It's early, so he's not too worried that he hasn't seen Bucky or Steve since the Cornucopia - but worried enough that he's here in the creepy ass catacombs just in case.

He's close enough to the stairs that the loud crashing coming from them makes him tense up, fingers tightening around the rusted metal spike he's got as a weapon as he makes his way back towards them. But he relaxes a little when he sees who it is, wariness turning to concern.

"Psiioniic? Shit, man, you okay?"