Steve does, especially when Danny pulls back and leads with his shoulder, clueing him in that the hit's coming higher to begin with, his forearm blocking the hand when his back hits the wall, brow knit with confusion as Danny pushes his way into his space. The sound of the velcro is almost deafening in the empty gym when he rips the pads off his hands, pressing his own way forward, looking down at Danny, almost silently challenging.