As she talked, Steve remained quiet. He just assumed that she was supposed to have feelings for him. He guessed that's the way of the land these days. To assume things and never gather facts... When she said he was shy and charming, he couldn't help but give a small laugh, looking down at the floor... Then she asked her own question. He never thought about that... Why didn't he tell her who he was? Maybe it was because he was sure everyone knew who he was now... "the living legend" with the iconic blonde hair and blue eyes, the tall, muscular body... and he often forgets that people see him like that.

"I thought you knew... It seems after the battle there are posters and toys everywhere with the Avengers on them... but there were some times I didn't feel like Captain America. I felt like Steve Rogers from Brooklyn. It was nice. So my alter ego didn't really want to speak up. It was nice having the little guy be the center of attention, and not the stars and the stripes." He said quietly, looking up at her when he was finished. Still a blonde hair, barefoot beauty... He was no longer mad at her... But one thing was for sure. He was going to use the stars and the stripes to have a talk to S.H.I.E.L.D. and demand why they would do this to not only him, but her... then it occurred to him. What if they made her move after they knew for certain she told him? How often would he see her after? Work controlled both of their lives... But it was nice to know he had her just across the hall when the work was finished.