"Yeah," Steve said softly. "It's been a lot."

Steve let out a long breath. "Not much. I'm still angry at myself for getting caught at all."

"But I knew he was out, so I shouldn't have just assumed someone coming into the house was a friendly," he murmured.

"Oh, his entire thing was punishing me over the past," Steve muttered.

"I still can't make it make sense," Steve said, "and I'm not sure that's because of all the drugs he gave me or because it just made no sense."

He slumped further into Danny and the pillows. "So Mom was working for the CIA and was supposed to take out Wo Fat's dad," he said. "She missed and killed his mom instead and, according to Wo Fat, was overcome with guilt about leaving this baby without a mother and adopted him for a few years until the CIA found out."

"Oh, very much," Steve agreed, nodding. "But Doris went and visited him at his federal prison, so that definitely didn't help make him more sane."

"Yeah," Steve said shortly. "He kept saying 'our mother.' Bugged the hell out of me."

"With a fucking taser," Steve muttered.

"I used it on him, there in the end," Steve admitted softly.

Steve nodded, staring into the darkness. "That's why it was all wet in the room," he said. "Pulled the pipes, had him step in the water, then zapped the hell out of him. Really pissed him off, too."

Steve's lips quirked up. "I was feeling inspired."

"It was much easier taking him down in my dream...drugged...thing," Steve said. "You helped out in your Hawaiian shirt."

"I was chasing him down in dress uniform, including a tie, so those were some extremely powerful drugs," Steve agreed.