Steve lets off a chuckle, holding his hands up. "I don't exactly look the part of a soldier tonight, so you aren't going to get any lip from me."

And even if he was in uniform, he would still respect that about her. Steve flourishes under life-threatening situations, and always has; it's his inborn stubbornness not to let this case of pneumonia be the last, or that case of scarlet fever to take him down. He's just passed that bullheadedness on to other areas of his life. Like saving the world.

"To be honest, ma'am, I have all due appreciation for those of you who stay out of the fight," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. He wouldn't give up a second of fighting for his friends and his country, but he does wish sometimes he still had the privacy of a mundane life, or the invisibility he loathed back before Project Rebirth. "What do you do back home? Other than run marathons."