A legend. He let out a low whistle, eyes moving from the window to gaze over at Tony for a moment. "That means things were talked up. What I did - it wasn't all me," he offered with a shake of his head. "The team - it was everybody." Most of which never arrived home but he didn't want to fall back into the guilt again so soon after waking up. It would come later on when he slipped off alone to dwell.

Did he care what other people thought of HIM? Outside of the status and the symbolic nature of what he now stood for? It didn't take him long to think on it. "No, I have never really cared what others think about me. But that's the thing, Tony, I'm not just Steve anymore. I never will be. That punk kid decided to do something radical and I have to live with that."