Another Coke was extracted from the fridge. He considered her words as he considered the decor again... and decided that he apparently hadn't changed much since 1943. He wasn't certain if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. His 'old fashioned' ideals had given him problems lately with work... fairly big problems. The kind of problems that made national news...
And yet, the name 'Steve Rogers' had gone completely unremarked to this woman. Steve was struggling to remember the things Natasha had told him about maintaining a low profile and keeping a cover identity, but it had never been the kind of thing Steve had experience with. Hell, he had trading cards. Movies. Exhibits in museums. And that had been in his own time! The Avengers were known throughout the world, after the events of New York. Steve had no doubt that his exploits in dismantling SHIELD had some far-reaching consequences as well - even if he hadn't been around to see them.
But wherever this place was, a place where 'Gotham' and 'New York City' weren't synonymous, Steve Rogers was not world famous. So... how did he approach this?
He popped the tops of each Coke with one hand, setting both bottles on the table to let her pick which she wanted. That was an old soldier's approach, one he didn't even think of anymore. Sitting, he opened up the pizza box and waited for her to take a slice first.
"I don't know what there is to tell," he said, shrugging a bit. There was a new awkwardness to his stance, his casual confidence subdued and struggling. "I joined up to fight in the War. When I got back, they said we'd won. Wasn't much left for me in civilian life, so I've been working with the government since then."
He gave her an awkward smile, shy and unsure. He still wasn't used to talking to women. Natasha didn't count - she was a colleague. He wasn't entirely sure how Harleen had ended up in his kitchen, eating pizza with him, and he was trying to retrace the steps in his mind to figure out how it had happened. Had she invited him? Or had he invited her?