"Seems that way," Steve says with a roll of his shoulders. As soon as he can get the attention of one of the bartenders, he orders a drink, mainly so that Natasha doesn't have to feel like she's alone in it.

"You know, I was already reeling from Sam showing up here." Steve draws his hand over his eyes. "And now there's... James."

He seems like a good kid, he really does, and maybe that should be expected considering his parentage, who knows. Not that the alternate versions of himself and Natasha had actually been around to raise him. No, apparently that had all been Tony Stark.

The world was a very strange place, sometimes. "I'm guessing he told you the whole story?"