Sitwell entered Steve Rogers' quarters to find the other man pacing in a way that resembled a caged wildcat.
"You okay, Captain?"
Steve nodded, but continued pacing, his arms folded across his chest.
Sitwell felt mildly alarmed. "How did your medical go this morning?" he asked cautiously.
Steve finally stopped pacing. "It was fine. My test results were good. They were great, actually. Exactly what SHEILD wanted to see." He sighed and looked over at Stillwell. "I'm just wondering why Fury still has me cooped up here. I'm not going to drop dead suddenly. I've got nowhere to run to. Why am I stuck in here?"
"There are plans in place, in a few months- once you've been brought up to speed- to get you out into an apartment of your own." Sitwell confided.
Steve shrugged at this information. "So, until then, I'm stuck in this room?"
"No, I'm pretty sure you're at liberty to wander around this facility. Barring restricted areas, of course."
Steve gave him a grim smile. "This building is all restricted areas."
"Why don't you go up to the gym? Blow off some steam."
"The gym?" Steve wondered.
Sitwell smiled at his stroke of genius. "Yeah, up on level 24. There's a whole floor of equipment for personnel to use for fitness training. Treadmills, Ellipticals, weight benches and machines."
"Can I go now?" Steve asked. "We can do the blue teeth stuff later, right?"
Sitwell smiled, feeling like a parent. "Bluetooth. And sure, we'll do that tomorrow. Do you have sweats you can wear? And shoes?"
Steve nodded eagerly, and grabbed some clothing from his wardrobe. Within a minute he was dressed in casual exercise gear, and tying up his Converse sneakers.
"Grab a towel and some water" Sitwell recommended. Steve did so, looking happier than Sitwell had ever seen in the fortnight he'd been working with the man.