[ It's the day after Steve and Tony's fraught reunion that he returns to the workshop district, still intent on learning the general layout of a city it sounds like he'll be living in for some unknown period of time. Apparently Sam's been here for a year, and that would be insane to think about if it weren't for the fact that Steve's had time take its toll on him in a few different instances by now.
So he's mainly window shopping, trying to get an idea of the general level of technological advancement in this place. Sure, Tony told him some of it, but Steve prefers to just see for himself (and there's a point where trying to pick through Tony's babble just isn't worth all the effort). This is even further back than 1945, he can see that much.
When he's addressed by a man with an accent that sounds vaguely Slavic, Steve glances over and shakes his head. ]
No, just looking around. Do you work here?
[ It's hard to imagine why else the stranger would have offered help like this. ]
no subject
So he's mainly window shopping, trying to get an idea of the general level of technological advancement in this place. Sure, Tony told him some of it, but Steve prefers to just see for himself (and there's a point where trying to pick through Tony's babble just isn't worth all the effort). This is even further back than 1945, he can see that much.
When he's addressed by a man with an accent that sounds vaguely Slavic, Steve glances over and shakes his head. ]
No, just looking around. Do you work here?
[ It's hard to imagine why else the stranger would have offered help like this. ]