Steve lets out a slow breath and when he grins at the two of them it's not forced. This isn't the way he pictured things being, but then again when he was going down in the plane he didn't picture anything. This was preferable by far.

"Sounds like things are taking the right kind of turn."

He squeeze's Peggy's arm slightly, a silent apology of sorts before heading towards the diner door. He opens it and holds it for the both of them, waiting until they pass before following them inside. There is a long counter and a line of booths along the wall. Having to work out seating arrangements and what they might mean gives him a headache, so he's relieved when the only seats available are at the counter.