"All true," Steve called after Peter. He nodded sagely, then smiled a private little smile. "But he does seem to get around."
He took the bottle from Quill and raised it as if toasting. "No, sir, I am not." The expression on Peter's face belied his words, so Steve snorted and gave a sideways smirk before taking a sip of the blessedly icy brew.
"Groot? I am Groot?" Steve said, as the realization hit him. A sentient walking, talking tree. Of course. "Yes! I met him. He's a teenager?" He made an impressed face, nodding approvingly. "He was a fierce warrior fighting alongside Thor when I saw him in Wakanda. Now that you mention it, there was something of the air of youth about him."
"Oh, is that so?" Steve said, thinking back and chuckling at himself as he shook his head. "I thought he was introducing himself. In my defense, we never crossed words again." He had almost forgotten about the alien tree person, the one Thor told him had given his arm to finish Thor's battle axe. "Wait, he was among-" The fallen, he didn't finish. "He came here. Like Bucky."
Well, that had been an instant downer. But it shouldn't be. They were here. They were all okay. Steve shook himself off and took a swig of his beer. At least the kid was okay, and with Peter. "But he's here now, and he's okay. And... human? That's amazing. Things like that make me think this place is a blessing."