Steve looked at the photos, spreading them over the table as his fingers flicked through them. "You've been tailing me?" There was disappointment in his voice, along with a bitter resignation. "Bugged my apartment too, it looks like."
He folded his hands on the table and looked at Fury. "You think she targeted me specifically?" That hurt. Steve was remembering the simple, sweet kiss, the warmth of her hand in his. "She hasn't asked me anything. Just... she was kind, sir. A friend."
He frowned, eyes lowered to look at the table. "What did Craig say?"