The door he made sure to lock and chain behind them as more of a force of habit than from the belief of security. In their world, they would never be safe if certain forces wanted to have a way in. All the wards in the world would never stop it but Steve still held onto old habits. The ones which existed before the serum and long before the labeling of Captain America. He wished for the past sometimes even more at the moment than usual.

Wordlessly, he moved through the tiny kitchen, setting a kettle onto the oven and preparing the tea. The lines blurred between the past and present, remembering all too well how many times they had done the very same thing during the war.

Once he finished, he set the teacup in front of her and some food, mostly beans, bread, cheese and dried fruit. All things easy to store and what would keep a little longer.

"How long have you been following me? What was the goal here, Peggy?"