He's amused. It's not the flash of perfectly straight white teeth and crinkled eyes of earlier, caught in a laugh over a great memory, but something distinctly more intimate. That slightly crooked, slightly deprecating cock of his mouth, the way his eyebrows arch, his head tilts.

"Uh, yeah," he chuffs. "I don't think of this place as normal, I think of my assignment as really, really weird. It's, uh. Someplace we've never been. Or I've never been, anyway. It's almost like another world."

He shrugs, nodding toward the Window. It's not on the level of The End of the Universe; this genuinely is another world, far away from the Brooklyn of nineteen-thirty-nine. "Decent assignment, though. Still fighting for freedom. Uh, sometimes it's nice to take off the cowl and wear a pair of sneakers, though. Nobody here looks at Captain America twice."