Steve cast a glance at the woman when she took a pizza, but when the kid didn't protest, he figured the lesson was learned. Brushing off his hands, Steve raised his brows at the invitation and considered.
"Nowhere really to go," he said, honestly. The steady confidence that had filled him during the minor confrontation seemed to ease away, and left a sense of loss back on his face. He looked around, and then glanced at her as if for confirmation. "This isn't Brooklyn, is it?" There was a trace of his own accent in the question, a hint of longing. He had been hopeful, for just a moment. But he couldn't recognize anything.
She was attractive, but Steve's gaze didn't linger on any particular curves. He respected women, had been raised in a time when it was the only proper way to treat them. And, despite the changes to his physique, it was still something of a shock to realize that he was now considered attractive. For most of his life - the majority not spent as a Capsicle - he had been the man women didn't want to step on. Easily overlooked, casually ignored. Then there had been Peggy. Since waking up... being Captain America, he'd been too busy for romance, despite Nat's best efforts.