[He's just kind of... staring at the screen for a moment, evaluative, eyes narrowed.]

Fine. [Ugh. Being pissed at Captain America is like... having to punch a puppy every day. When the puppy knows it's coming.] Answer me this, then.

I still don't know you. On the barge we've had a drink once, fought zombies once, and then you go off, hold off an alien invasion with future-me, and suddenly you know me. And shawarma'd with me. [... He really wants to try shawarma damnit.]

So even with all of that, why the hell did you still let me walk straight into all of this?