Steph's shoulders drop, relieved enough by his answer to smile a little. So they are different, different enough. Steve works with someone called Fury, their paths diverged right away.

"1941," she replies, fingertips nudging at a pencil in front of her. "I don't-- I don't know how much of my life is like yours but... well, I don't know a Fury. The only agency I'm a part of is the US Army."