As a recipient of the Super-Soldier formula, Steve is hungry a lot too. Of course, he's accustomed to it, thanks to his upbringing, but most of the time he can hold out long enough to find an inexpensive buffet. One that won't toss him out after half an hour. And, sure, he might be a wanted criminal, but that doesn't mean he can just ignore a WPA exhibit going around the United States. Easy enough to sneak back in, grow a five o'clock shadow and wear a baseball cap. Instant disguise, right?

At least until unmasked by a teenager.

"I used to be," Steve keeps his voice low, a little chagrined that Peter managed to identify him so quickly. He hunches his shoulders over a little more, automatically tensing. Like he expects a security guard or the police to appear suddenly. "Why is it a compliment?"