Steve followed behind her obediently. She obviously had something she needed to tell him or show him and he never really questioned that. He looked smaller than he was as he stood in the middle of the room, just watching her, listening. He glanced down, when she poked his chest. It wasn't the first time anyone had done that, but the last time it had been the last thing Erskine had been able to do. All he wanted to do was make him proud, make Peggy and Howard and Bucky and everyone else proud; to live up to what everyone wanted of him. But maybe he wasn't really meant to. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes tearing up again by the time he looked back to her. "How?"