"And just why would I be hopeless? Do you think I can't feed myself? That I wouldn't recognize food in its component parts to be able to steal the right stuff?" It was kind of insulting. Steve might not be any sort of chef, but he could make a handful of meals, mostly some kind of protein with a starch and a vegetable. But it was still a meal! He knew what food looked like!

"Well, we wouldn't be much use to them if all we did was lay around moaning about how hungry we were, so again, I just don't think it's likely. Besides, I'd probably start eating the walls if they tried to hold back my food. I don't do well with that kind of deprivation, and not because I have no willpower."

No, Steve's metabolism was just a hell of a lot faster than normal humans', which was usually a great thing. Withholding food, though, that would be dangerous. He wasn't entirely sure what would happen; his body would start eating itself like anyone else, but it would also be trying to repair the damage immediately. None of that sounded like fun and Steve wasn't eager to give their hosts a fascinating new toy to experiment with. He remembered just fine what going hungry felt like and he'd be damned if he suffered it again for no good reason.