Steve closes his eyes, leaning into the touch. It scrambles his thoughts a little, but not in a bad way. "Mmh. I asked Natasha if her contacts might know anything. She said she'd check, but that I shouldn't get my hopes up. Maybe we can dig through some of the files we dumped into the world, see if there's anything there, but other than that...." He lets the problem hang. "You don't have to help me," Steve says, knowing she'll answer the same way Sam did.

He finally opens his eyes and sees her returned note. Steve takes the pen and jots, Who knows.