[ Steve's used to everyone looking young these days. It doesn't really occur to him to ask Kimberly how old she really is. Who knows if he'd even be bothered? Back in his time people were getting married a lot younger. Then again a war was going on and people were afraid. Fear made you do all sorts of funny things. He knows that from experience. But eighteen is eighteen. He remembers being eighteen. Then again eighteen is a lot different here in this time. People are different. Everything is pretty much different than what Steve Rogers remembers. Which is why he knew he had to adapt. Not wait for others.

She's youthful. Small. But that doesn't mean much. She's eager. Steve smiles as she takes the bags and he steps inside. He follows her into the kitchen where she breaks off to close the door behind him. He's about to turn to the bags when she's back facing him again. Steve smiles and shrugs his shoulders. ] I think I said you had five minutes to be ready. I don't remember giving myself a timer.

[ Which is why he's smiling as he turns to the bags to take everything out. He knew that going to the market was going to take a little bit of time. ] You can just call me Steve though. [ The only people to ever call him Mr. Rogers were back when he was enlisting. Ever since then it's always been Captain or Captain Rogers. Though these days he's more civilian than anything else. He might have to start getting used to Mr. Rogers. ]