[He's never quite seen cooking like this before. Steve frowns, not only at the puzzling answer, but at the way it's delivered. He watches as England pulls himself together, deliberately drawing out his answer.

He actually has the curt, down-to-business air of some of the Brits that Steve worked with during the war. One in particular, who only a few days ago had given way to an instant jealous dislike of this stranger and now rekindled a strange form of nostalgia.

Hot-headed. But actually... that was exactly what Steve had been. He had been fairly manic in his frustration and anger. He knows that now. He still isn't sure what caused it, but he recognizes that it was poor behavior.]

You're right. [He lets out a slow sigh and nods.] I'm sorry. I wasn't acting like myself. Not that it's a good enough reason for how rude I was.

[He holds out a hand in order to help England up.]

Truce?