It was only about a hundred years, but the same sentiment so Steve just nodded. Who cares how old he was? He didn't feel even thirty yet, had actually only been around for that many years. Steve's age, like the rest of his life, could be a complicated thing. He usually just went by the calendar.
"It's a part of Brooklyn, where I'm from," he explained, and more because it was polite to do so, accepted a bit of the offered treat. "Used to be famous for the rides and attractions all over the place." Before the war. It hadnt been all that popular when the whole country was on alert, and from what Steve had read, it hadn't ever really recovered from that until very recently. He hadn't gone back; it wasn't the same without Bucky.