When he laughs the bridge of his nose crinkles, and his eyes narrow until they almost disappear. He covers his mouth with a loose fist until the guffaws subside, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck. "Right, right. Some things would have to be different, wouldn't they?"

He doesn't think about it much, the chasm between men and women. Some people would say he's purposely oblivious, growing up as the only male child in his household. The truth is, sometimes thinking about it makes him so angry he could march into the oval office and deck the president himself. No one should ever be told they can't do the same things as the privileged, for something as dumb as physicality.

"He always was a wiseguy. Liked to grandstand every chance he got." He lifts his glass, but pauses. "Agent Carter — she, uh. How is she? You wouldn't mind telling me about her, would you?"