Clearly he had survived, but how was the question. He didn't remember, again she had seen the same effects on other soldiers and she nodded compassionately. War had changed and destroyed so many lives that the scope was unimaginable. She had only begun to see Agent Sousa beginning to reclaim his life.

"Complicated is a common state for lives after the war. I understand, but for what it's worth I'm relieved to know you survived." They lost too many good men.

Shock ran across her features, frankly the sky could have turned pink and she wouldn't have noticed. The question threw her off her mental footing, for a number of reasons. "How did you..." Barnes had fallen before Steve, his passing was the impetus for the Captain to headlong charge into things and take a personal reckoning with Hydra. But the how wasn't as painful as the subject itself.

"Steve, Captain Rogers went down with The Valkyrie the fourth of March, nineteen forty-five. That was one year and almost three months ago." It took her that long to bring what remained of him home to Brooklyn. The vibrant color around her started to fade, the color leeching out of everything around them.