Steve hates the seemingly endless press conferences that have somehow become a part of his life. It's not that he's against the public knowing what had happened, or that they were safe, but he was never one to talk a lot about himself, which is what it always ended up feeling like. Having to talk about himself. Or justify the team's existence, or worse, put up with questions or comments about their personal lives which he was firmly in camp no one's damn business but their own. Still though, one would be hard pressed to know how much it grated on his nerves as he calmly answered questions and talked with the gathered press and people. Pepper had, after all, taught him well.
He glances over at Lynn and her hand in the air and nods a little. He has no idea that she's the woman who shares his mark - a mark he'd quite honestly just sort of shoved out of his thoughts for so many reasons - he just assumes she's another reporter of some sorts.
"Ma'am?" he asks politely with that most of the team has designated his Captain America smile - nice and polite, warm and approachable, but not exactly the one he gives to the people he knows.