It was hard to miss the fading color around her--the idea must upset her, that Steve had, for all anyone knew, died. It made sense to him. He was someone that inspired a great many people, and he wasn't exactly unfriendly to the people he worked with.

As such, the soldier endeavored to make his voice a bit softer. He wasn't completely a machine, despite HYDRA's best efforts.

"It's been a lot longer than that for me," he replied. "This place... it takes people from different times. Not just worlds."

The man paused, eyes going from Peggy's face to the nearby shops, scanning them until he found a nearby tavern.

"We can sit, if you want. To talk."

It would probably be better to have her sitting down when he did finally tell her that Steve was alive and here.