"Close. I was in SHIELD's facilities at first, but..." Steve trails off, remembering the woman dressed in uniform when he woke up, the game from '41, the soldiers brought in to try and keep him down. He couldn't possibly be comfortable staying after that. "When I got the invitation to come here-"

He prefers not being watched around the clock, or having to attend the mandatory counseling sessions. "Well, it seemed like a good idea. I just..."

Steve clasps his hands behind him and shifts automatically to parade rest, trying to put his finger on what makes him so uncomfortable about the place. "It's. More than I've ever had. More than anyone I know has ever had, or wanted. I just feel like... certain aspects of this place... Not that I'm ungrateful, but I think certain expenses could be put to better use."