While the memories of having been knocked completely off guard, of being surprised to not only be not trampled in crowds but of having women actually realize he existed were old memories indeed, there was something of them that had not faded with time. At the time he had been more often than not flustered and thrilled by his newfound effect on women, but as the realization had sunk in that all they saw of him was the shape he had been made to fit...much of the charm had worn off. But those were memories Steve left then in the past, thinking only momentarily of them as he nodded in agreement before he set them aside.

"Well, I-" Steve gave the other man a somewhat abashed grin, dropping his chin as the words brought a certain Asgardian warrior to mind. He lifted his eyes again to look at Sam as he admitted, "Maybe, yeah." As complicated as everything else was in his life at that moment, and as much of his energy he devoted to waiting out or searching for Bucky, just then all he could think of was of the way Sif's eyes lit up when she had spoken of her curiosity over how he fought with his shield. "Would you believe me if I told you she was the goddess of War?"

As little as he believed the Aesir were such things, he had to admit there was a certain ring to it. And if he was prodding his friend on purpose then, all the more entertaining.