Steve nodded. "I can pay for a taxi." But he noted the longing look at the bike and kept it in mind. Next time, he would remind her about the motorcycle. He hailed a cab (no more difficult than it had been in 1942 - some thing, at least, were timeless), and held the door open for her.
He was still getting used to inflation, but even so, his salary seemed... more than adequate. He'd also been given a lump sum of back pay for seventy years of military service; Steve had immediately donated a considerable part of that to the VA services,keeping enough for an apartment down payment, and the motorcycle.
He was already being paid by SHIELD, on top of everything else. Gone were the days of struggling to pay rent.