Steve shrugged off the hands holding him and went to the woman, holding her arms to help steady her. His eyes were wide, no longer leaking, but mixed with surprise and grief. "Doc?" he asked, trying to sort out what had just happened. "Is that still you?"
Sam was muttering something about Cap having the strangest friends ever. Natasha was looking for something to wear that would fit the tall redhead.
Steve wondered if this was how everyone else had felt in that underground room back in 1943, when the machine had opened and he had emerged, changed. He'd gained ten inches and over a hundred and fifty pounds in those few moments and an explosion of light. So, yeah. He could understand.