Steve was in awe by past seventy years, of economic, social, and techonological changes. Despite being back in the world of the living, he was still in the Army. Refusing any promotions, even refusing signing his discharge papers. Though S.H.E.I.L.D. was able to convince the military to allow him to continue to serve. Saying that the shock of transitioning him from military to civilian would be too dificult. Not that the military wanted to lose its only super soldier.

Steve was still realling from what has happen with the Armed Forces, intergration of the divisions, Korea, Vietnam, allowing women to serve, 9/11, Afghanistan, Iraq, and now allowing homosexuals. Yet despite this he still feels that the military hasn't really changed that much. He was more surprised by his reaction of not caring that much about what has changed. Though it did surprise him to see a person of color, as he was still a person from the 40's, having the rank of Lt. Col or having to salute to a female Major. Even going to a bar and seeing two men kissing each other and no one reacting, bug him out a little, but didn't disturb him too much.

One thing that didn't change, in which Steve was happy about, was his inability to talk to women. It had seemed that women in the 21st century scare him more than the women back in the 40s. 'But that's what I guess that happens with femimism, its make women more difficult to talk to.' Steve thought as he was downing his tenth glass. Thankfull that the girls seem to ingore him, for now.

Another thing that didn't change was his sense defending the weak, no matter what decade it was. He always felt it was his job to protect those who are bullied, it also got him in trouble with women whom felt they didn't need protecting. But later in the evening they apologize and ask him why. Knowning they wouldn't believe him, if he told the truth, he would always reply "I was bullied and never liked it too much." And left them with the same thought, 'Who is he?' When they ask the bartender, after they paid him. He just shrugs and says, "Name's Steve, He always walks in, and sits at that stool and drinks to the point I think he's drunk." The women always look the same, perplix, and asked "What do you mean drunk."

"I said I think he's drunk." Said the bartender while serving a beer to another customer. "I've seen him around here drinking an entire bottle of a hundred and sixteen year old scotch and walk out here cold stone sober." He turns to the women and continues on. "And everytime he comes in he looks at the door expecting someone. Maybe some girl, or a lost love, I don't know cause he doesn't say much." He finishes telling the same story to twenty different women, each wondering if they'll see him and get to know him.