Ah yes, the liberated cities and all, huh? He knew that Rogers fought with the various companies in all sorts of places. That had been recorded rather well, given the fame of the man, and it was a shame that those days were over. Now it was just small teams using and abusing international borders and dropping in men to clean up a mess. "Right, lager," he said and grabbed one of his favourites.

He shut the fridge door with a soft sound and padded to the living room, holding out the sealed and chilled bottle to Steve. "I've got more where that came from, so enjoy," he said before he came around to seat himself on Steve's right hand side.

At the question of his origin, he smirked and cracked the cap off of his own lager. "Queens, Brooklyn-boy," he announced with pride. "Why the sudden interest, huh Cap? We aren't going to have to start a rivalry, are we?"