[ Trust Steve to be looking after him first and keeping away the worst of his own pain. If there is any -- but that's uncharitable. It's obvious to him if he wasn't so damn bullheaded: Steve thinks the future is bleak enough to become -- whatever he is now. Grief changes everyone: some it cracks open, others it turns to stone. Jim gives him a briefly reproachful look, and almost opens his mouth to chide him. But there's dinner, and Steve's fingers are careful not to restrain his after Austria. ]

[ He ruffles Steve's hair in turn, with deep, rough affection. ]

I ain't got time for much outside a'being Fury's errand boy... [ a pause; he brightens ] Moon landing? Smartphones? Hey, did you get one a'those coffee machines? Kuerigs? I never figured those out. Do you know how much an apartment in Brooklyn costs? The Internet is fantastic. Sam keeps trying to get me to read Harry Potter? He loves those books.