His brain feels a little bit like it's been set spinning like a top. Half-finished thoughts chase themselves around and around until he can't keep them straight any more and he's left feeling much the same way he did standing in Times Square after waking up that first day.

Deep breaths, Rogers. Deep breaths, focus, one step at a time. "It doesn't matter right now," he says, and it almost sounds convincing. He tries to smile. "Sorry to complicate your homecoming."