"Jon Silvercloud? There was a Jonathan Silvercloud in the S.S.R. and S.H.I.E.L.D. files." Steve's brow furrowed when he tried to remember the details. "He was one of the test subjects in the 1967 super soldier experiment and he designed weapons for years... Until he dropped off the grid. Oh." He smirked when he realized where he'd dropped off the grid to. "Makes sense. Colonel Fury mentioned him a few times but..." Fury talked about so many ghosts Steve had never been sure what he could take as gospel. "No, I don't mind." He said, and then grabbed the plate with the blueberry pie on it. "Can I take this?" His eyes narrowed a bit, like the pastry was a deal breaker.
Luckily, it wasn't. And Steve stole another bite of the treat on the way to the aforementioned office. "I stopped by the club on my way here." His voice had instinctively lowered when he steered the conversation back to the situation that had brought him there. "It didn't take long for some of your critics to make themselves known." He added, annoyance crystal clear in his voice - reactionary politics bothered the war vet to his core. Nothing about last night had changed anybody’s mind; it had just emboldened the fringe. "Is there anybody in particular you've had problems with?" He inquired and then realized he might have needed a pen and piece of paper for the answer. "Somebody could see framing one of your professors as a way to gain leverage, get the school shut down." Once they entered the office, Steve's eyes couldn't help but bounce around to all the art hung on the walls. She had taste, some of the paintings he'd only seen in books or studied in school. "Forgive me," Captain America's gaze returned to Eva, "everything here is so much more... alive than at the tower." The frozen metal and glass didn't compare to the warm wood and stone of the boarding school. Then Steve feared his stare lingered on Eva a beat too long, so he said the first thing that came to his mind. "And the pie is better." Smooth, Steve. Real smooth.