[Experience was important. It was informative and gave perspective, but no matter his experience, or in spite of it, Steve was a man of faith. He didn't blindly trust, but he took a man at his word, especially when there was no other word to take.
He suited up, red, white, and blue in a banner of patriotism and a different kind of flag—one of, at one time, hope, perhaps. He made his way to the door, Natasha, Bucky, and Peggy with him, and he prepared himself.
Steve was a soldier, first and foremost. He wasn't a diplomat. He had done a few things wrong on his introduction, he realized now, and he hoped to remedy that; he just hoped that what this anonymous man wanted too. He had no idea the Vegas men and women expected interrogation. He didn't expect them to take him at his word, and he understood there would be people posted in clandestine locations to act as the man's eyes, but he wasn't the snatch and torture kind of guy.
Captain America asked questions, he even gave orders if he had to, but he didn't snatch and torture. If they thought that, they didn't know who they were dealing with. The threats to pull files hadn't been intended to scare. They hadn't even really been threats, but, as everyone assured him, that's just how spies were.
Into the dust of the lobby, he strides, a smile playing on his lips, but the eyes alert and watchful. With some caution and his shield on his arm, Steve approached the anonymous man with the blond hair and green tie where he sat. Respectfully, with one uniformed arm extended, Steve speaks.] Sir. Steve Rogers.