"It's Saturday," Steve said, his voice softening. He realized he didn't know how long she'd been locked up, and he pushed himself off the door. "May 2nd, 2015."
Steve glanced at the camera in the corner of the ceiling, remembered that his teammates were likely watching, and reached up to disconnect the wire. Not everyone needed to hear this conversation. It wasn't something he even liked to think about, let alone discuss.
"I thought... I thought you were my friend. You were the first person to make me believe in myself. Did you know what was going to happen? You're a time traveler. I spent seventy years in a frozen block of ice, and woke up in time to stop an alien invasion. Did you know about Bucky? What they did to him? Or did you just forget about me once you took my memories away?"