Connor may not have been frozen in a block of ice, but Steve had the impression that the younger man had been through a similar state of isolate from the modern world. In a lot of ways it was comforting to meet someone he could potentially relate to on that level, at least to some extent. "Steve is fine", he said, seeing no reason to keep up the formality. Especially if Connor did end up joining, he wanted the Avengers to be as close knit as could be.
He nodded at his words. "I won't lie to you, Connor. The modern world.. is nothing like the one that I came from. But I assure you that my own moral center does not move."
Steve took up the chair opposite Connor as he listened to the curiosity. It was a good one, and one he had heard before.
"There are men and women out there right now who can bench press tanks and fly high over the city. Shoot laser beams from their eyes and deflect bullets off their skin. But you, you have skill. Skills few possess. From what I understand you are a highly regarded hand-to-hand combatant in addition to being a master archer, and that's a rare combination indeed. I need someone who can cover my back at range. Knowing that you can do that, in addition taking care of yourself in close quarters, makes you a highly desirable candidate for my team."
Steve leaned back in his chair.
"Powers like the ones I described are useful, but can come easy. But your skills, those are things you had to work at for untold years, probably every day of your life. And that's just the kind of dedication that I need. Besides..."
He allowed himself a smile.
"I'm just a guy who wears the American flag and throws a shield at people. Which is my way of saying that I believe you will be in good company."