"I'm an engineer, not a fishmonger." He snorts a laugh, but he's able to pull a fish up on the line anyway. Cheating, honestly, and he's not about to say how or why. The fish goes in the bucket and his baitless, lure free line goes right back into the water for round two. "Back then, and a little still, I was convinced he could do anything."

He, Ana, and Peggy had been his personal heroes. More real to him than the nebulous Steve Rogers- more approachable for how he was never, ever expected to live up to their example. No expectations hanging overhead save that maybe he try to sleep at a decent hour and not make too much trouble. A futile effort, but- fond memories all around. "Understanding and endlessly patient- was she always like that?"