"It has been," he murmurs quietly just enjoying her fingers. It takes a while but he works up the courage to let his arm drape across her lap and squeeze one of her thighs firmly. It's not sexual, but is fond, like he's trying to thank her for this. Whatever it is.

"What happened in your world? After Thanos. Here a bunch of people died, and then Steve decided to just fuck off to the past." The words sound sharp, hurt, like he's still not really quite over being left out in the cold of the future without anyone else.

"He was the only person I really knew."