Steve smiles at her, the kind of smile his mother used to say reminded her of his father's, the kind he'd shoot Bucky after he'd done something particularly stupid and crazy and exciting, because his best friend was invincible and always there for him.

"Great," he repeats, meaning every letter, every sound. For the first time in a long, long time, something really was great. "Hey, do you remember Luigi's? Best pie in Brooklyn." By 'pie' he means pizza, of course. "You won't believe me until you see for yourself, but this place makes a pie just as good as Luigi's."

He's willing to bet it's been a long time since Steph has come anywhere close to a pizza.