Steve snorts. "Yeah, and I was born yesterday," he mutters. Rogue isn't a name, it's a codename, just like Captain America, Winter Soldier.

Shaking it off, he gives her another, speculative sidelong glance. She reminds him of Natasha; not exactly in looks, although they're both attractive women, not quite in demeanor, although again, they're similar.

"All right, here's one. What do you want?" What he really wants to ask is, 'what do you know?' but figures he should ease around to that one.