Steph smiles back. Mouth closed and lips quirked, the crinkling of her eyes showing true amusement, but far from nostalgic laughter. His explanation is perfectly vague but Steph can see the wisdom in that, and no reason to push.

Someplace we've never been. 'Almost like another world' sums up how she felt running through the Italian forest while bombs were dropped around her, not a street lamp in sight. Not even Central Park ever got that dark.

She follows his gaze to the window but doesn't really look at it. Glad that in her future, even a strange possibly unlikely future, there are decent assignments. Glad that Steve smiles when he talks about his life.

Nobody here looks at Captain America twice.

Steve is a handsome man. Stephanie thinks about that for a moment while planets explode before her eyes.

"What's your uniform look like?" she blurts - and there's a flutter of her hands, pink staining her cheeks as her brain catches up with her mouth. That flutter of hands might have been to snatch the words out of the air as much as just politely covering her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I just meant - it made sense in my head, really."