"Yeah, yes, that's right, Billy. The diner's safe." Or, safer. Definitely safer than this. They're right outside, and he can go in and hide in the kitchen, away from the windows, away from the bats. There's just the doors leading in and out of it, and maybe the bats are smart but not enough to pull a door handle.

He approaches slowly, cautiously, not wanting to get kicked again, and with both his hands up so Billy can see them. "It's just me, Billy. It's Steve. Rogers. Kinda different without all the height, I know. But bear with me, I'm gonna help you up. We're gonna walk inside the diner. I'm gonna protect you from whatever that is, okay?"

Which, okay, tall order, but Steve is optimistic if nothing else. "You ready?"