A knowing smile is all the answer he gives to her comment. Steve wouldn't trade his new body back in -- after all, it's because of it he's been able to serve his country the way he has, it's because of Dr. Erskine's faith that he got a chance -- but he misses being small sometimes.

Not getting beat up in alleys. Not getting picked last for dodgeball. But because it was his, and he was comfortable with it, and no matter what the docs said there wasn't anything really wrong with it. His hands were more like his mother's before the serum. He still had his wits to rely on, and his wits were enough.

For a while.

He catches the change in her body language and follows the slant of her eyes. For a second, the hands take his breath away, too. He's already looked at them a million times, but now he's seeing them through her eyes. "Sorry. I should, uh. Probably straighten all these up."

He makes a stack on one side of the table, and runs his hand through his hair. "It's weird, isn't it? Us talking."