"Mine too." Though his list isn't particularly long or full of promise, there are still things he needs to see with his own eyes, even if they're long gone by now. He turns a little, waiting on her to fall into step. He doesn't miss the way her face lights up.

"It's a big company where I'm from. They manufactured weapons, mostly. That's Howard Stark up stage with the ladies and the flying car." He thinks the name makes it pretty obvious how Stark and his company are related. He waits until the bright red car hovers and then crashes back down onto the stage, watching Lydia more than he's watching the show. There was a time when he felt the same way. He's not an inventor, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate seeing a few things that seem impossible. Just as much as the other memories, it's been good to get back a sense of wonder.

"You like this kind of thing?"