Steve turned around to her, staring. "You heard all of these fantastic stories about me." He said, not saying it as in gloating about himself, more of a sarcastic tone. "Do you think I really have cared who you are, or where you come from?" He asked her with a shrug. "I don't know if the time we had last night was scripted, I don't know if Fury is telling you to tell me, or if anyone I have ever known is just playing me because I'm the man out of time." He didn't know why he was breaking down like this. He wasn't supposed to. He shouldn't be this mad at her.... he sighed, looking down for a second before looking back up. "I'm so sick and tired of people giving me fake authority, and then lying to me. I didn't ask for this. To be 70 years in the future where I lost everything I have known. My best friend, my apartment, my squad, Peg--" He cut himself off, pausing for only a second. "I'm here now. Whether I like it or not... And for the last couple of days, I was liking it."

"It was nice... whatever happened with us. But I can't help but think that this was just a mission to you."