"She's... you were seven. And I have a grandson?" Howard found himself reeling a little, putting his hand out and using the console to steady himself as he shook his head.
"I might wait for a moment or two, if you don't mind," he finally manged, looking back at his son and staring at him for a moment. Then it hit him.
"If you're from the future, what happened? Did we find him?" He waved his hand toward the door which a few minutes ago had led in from the deck of Howard's research vessel that was scouring the Arctic Ocean. "Did I find Cap? I mean, Captain Rogers?"