"Bigger and longer," Steve gives a nod. That's when he realizes that he's going to tell her, making Eden the first person to learn about his experience from Steve himself; most of the people he associated with back in New York were already aware, either through debrief or the rumor mill. It may also be the first time he's felt like being this open about it since it all went down; even the S.H.I.E.L.D. psychologists weren't able to get more than the bare minimum out of him. This probably isn't the best place to get into it, but something about bringing it up in otherwise casual conversation, a conversation with someone he's only met a few times, makes it feel casual enough that it almost becomes bearable. He'll take it.

"During the war, I crash landed an enemy plane over the Arctic to keep what would have been a devastating payload from hitting New York City. By all rights, that should have been the end of me, but I wake up in a hospital and they're telling me I was found buried under the ice, still alive somehow. There's not a familiar thing in sight. Turns out, it's 2012 and I've been on ice for over seventy years." He laughs, not entirely humorless. "I told you it was a big gap."