He fidgets a little, recognizing the uncomfortable and knowing it's mostly his fault. He's never been good with words, or even at the basic interactions with other people.

"No, I don't mind, it's. You've gone and shared, so the least I can do is go and do the same. Uh." He rubs the back of his neck, his head going back to quietly thunk against the wall. "I guess I have, though I wasn't really, you know. Paying attention to the scenery a lot. Been through most of the Midwest, upper East Coast, um. Ended up heading along the Rockies into Alaska... Then down through Mexico and that whole part of Central America. Spent the most time in, hm. Brazil and Canada. Then here, of course." He bites his lip thoughtfully. "I liked the rain forests down there. Humid, really humid, and hard to move around in, but there was just so much color. Just... Popping everywhere, and all of it bright and vibrant." Even after every flower he brought back with him after his hikes turned out to be a dead end, he could still appreciate the aesthetic of it. And walking alone in the jungle, you could feel like you were the only person on the planet.

Bruce assumes Steve's read at least a little of his file - being as up until these past few months he was one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top priorities, he also assumes that file is as comprehensive as can be. It's just how things are. He can hope that the Captain's missed or skipped over some things, but. Hope's not really gotten him much of anywhere.