"Considering the fact that I used to be a ninety-pound, five-nothing asthmatic-" He flashes that cockeyed little grin. "Yeah, life's been pretty strange."

He waves her off, going down on one knee to finish picking up the pieces of broken cup. "No ma'am, I've got it- thank you." He inspects a piece of glass with a sigh. "I hope this wasn't special. But I suppose Tony knows better than to give me special, breakable things at this point."

Steve looks up at Olivia from his position on the carpet, studying her carefully. "You said these drug trials were done when you were a child? What happened to the people you crossed over with? You don't have to answer."