"Steve Rogers?" Amelia repeated, placing a calloused hand on her chin, "Why does that sound [i][b]so[/b][/i] familiar?" After a quick mental rundown of her known contacts, the brunette concluded that that name must have been famous for one reason or another. She had never been one to keep up with celebrity gossip or trends, even before she lost everything she owned. She only ever focused on studying and reading up whatever interested her academically. Maybe that's why she did so well when moving into a more isolated living space. 

"Well whatever, I'm sure he's quite lovely if your dad set you guys up." If her dad had so much pull to get a supposed celebrity as his daughter's blind date, then Astrid must be wealthy. Or at least have amazing connections. Either way, that little tidbit of information did not do anything to help narrow down Amelia's list of theories. it might have even lengthened it if she were some rich girl doing whatever she wanted thanks to a trust fund. It was certainly a possibility.

The gravelly shout of her boss made Amelia quickly jump out of the booth. "I'll be right back." She muttered to the bluenette before rushing over to the counter where the obese man was waiting angrily. For a place that served organic food, the owner certainly didn't take a page out of that book.

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Steve tightened his lips into a thin line as Tony unnecessarily went off on him. As much as he wanted to give a retort, he knew he had to hold back his remarks. The Tony before him now was a walking land mine. One false step and he would blow up, never allowing anyone back in ever again. The blond definitely had to be patient with dealing with the genius before him.

And just like that, Tony calmed down once he let out all his frustrations. Maybe an emotional punching bag was all he really needed. Either way, Steve's eyes softened as the dark-haired man basically laid out all his troubles to him. Tony was obviously at such a low point in his life if he was willingly expressing his emotions to him like that, but Steve made sure to keep that to himself. Instead, he made a note of what HYDRA had been taking from Stark Industries and decided to check up on that later. "Thanks, glad to know you're on board. And if you need any help finding any other sleeper agents in the company, you know who to call." Steve stated. He was about to start a long monologue about how Tony would eventually rise up from all the recent downfalls but the shorter man began to shoo him away in his normal, Tony-like way. At least he was showing [i]some[/i] sign of improvement. Steve was going to chuckle but stopped himself when he heard Tony's sudden remark about Director Fury.

Only Natasha, Sam, Clint, and he knew the truth behind Nicholas Fury's death, or rather 'fake' death. Hell was going to break loose when Tony and the others found out they had been keeping such a big secret but he knew it was for the best. Still, Steve couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach whenever he had to lie to his comrades.

"Yeah... He did." He finally mumbled out. But it fell to deaf ears as Tony already left to take a much needed shower. Letting out a sigh, Steve readjusted his New York Yankees cap and placed his aviators back on before heading to the elevators. It only took a couple of minutes for him to get down to the first floor and out of Stark Tower to his waiting chopper. He glanced at his watch while climbing on, deciding which route would be the fastest. Either way, he was already late.

Twenty minutes later, Steve arrived at a small, somewhat dingy diner and parked his motorcycle close to the entrance. Taking a quick second to make sure he was well-disguised, he finally stepped inside. It took another moment for him to scan the entire restaurant but he soon saw a flash of blue on his left. He strode over to the corner booth where a pale, blue-haired woman sitting with a bunch of empty plates in front of her. Well, most where empty except one untouched steak that was meant for the missing patron.

"Astrid?" He guessed, catching the strange woman's attention. He still couldn't grasp the diverse fashion trends of this era but he made sure to not look as surprised as he actually was.

"Hi, sorry I'm late. I'm Steve." He introduced himself, sticking out a hand. He didn't think it was right to sit down yet until she acknowledged him, especially after he arrived way after the designated appointment time.