"You're telling me you wore blue just for me?" Steve smiled brightly. He was flattered really and it drew a slight little jump from his heart. He was a lucky man. "Though you're probably right about the catsuit..." The sentiment about how he might have felt about it went unfilled and Steve was more than happy to let the conversation carry them down the street. "...but if the place is strange enough to make that feel normal?" Steve just shook his head with a laugh. "Makes home feel like a walk in the park."
How Steve did managed to make anyone feel really came down to how he felt about them. All he did was treat them based on what he saw. Some people certainly deserved his stern looks and lengthy speeches. Others deserved a solid fist of justice, which Steve rarely had qualms about delivering. Some others took a guiding hand, a gentle touch to keep them on a path toward seeing their potential.
Then there were people like Sharon Carter. She fell at the top of a very short list that included people like Logan, Bucky, Natasha, and Nick Fury. That was it. They were Steve's power five, the old guard. They were people who he would have gone to the ends of the Earth and back for, no questions asked. They were people he trusted to keep him from going over the brink, going too far. They were the people whom Steve loved, even if someone of them wanted no part of that.
That laugh though. That laugh. Steve's response to it was sudden and intense. He drew his feet together and stopped there forward movement. He turned his head to look at her, his bright blue eyes brimming with happiness. It was a sound he'd never expected to hear again and, after a moment of smiling at her, Steve let the reality of that settle in.
"If you keep laughing, you can steer me wrong about whatever you want." There were probably limits to that somewhere, but Steve couldn't think of them. Maybe it was weakness on his part, maybe he should have been more careful and guarded, and maybe he shouldn't have been quite so willing to show his hand to people in a strange town. Steve honestly didn't care. He knew who she was, knew he could have spotted any differences if she'd perhaps been a Skrull. This was Sharon, she was laughing, and Steve was quite certain it was the most pleasant thing he'd heard in a long time.
When Sharon followed it up with her story about this place, that at least she'd been good and the people here had been kind, Steve felt his heart swell yet again. He caught the little things, the way she didn't exactly go into detail about how she'd been, but that honestly wasn't hard to understand. From what he understood, their whole lives were on display. That meant there was a chance...
"Well no more keeping to yourself." Steve patted her hand as he swung his legs back into a rhythm of movement. "You can't expect for one minute that they're going to put me in a small town with you, and I'm not going to take every opportunity there is for you and I to catch up." He squeezed her hand softly. "Maybe if you don't have a horrible time with me over pie, we'll watch one of those infamous movies you like so much..."
Because there would always be teasing on the matter of which movies they each liked.