Steve's face doesn't change for a long minute. He accepts the news as he had the news about his heart and lungs and every other bad thing that's happened to him. "Two thousand and twenty one." He repeats it like it's some sort of tongue-twister. It sounds unreal even hearing it in his own voice.

"How did I get to 2021 from 1944 and still be able to fight? I should be... Over a hundred by then."