[ The fact that Hilda does in fact shut the door as Steve requested must mean that she's finally accepted her fate, at least to some degree. She's still trying to bargain with him, even now, so he suspects that he'll have to wear her down some more when they reach their final destination.

He's prepared to do whatever it takes to fulfill the task that Natasha assigned him, so off they go. He heads down the cobbled street.

He should probably put her down, but for now he doesn't, half-worried she's just going to take off back toward the house the second he does. ]

Your brother, huh? It sounds like he was good about training, at least. That didn't rub off of on you?

[ To be honest, Steve can tell (especially now that he's got Hilda so close to him) that she must do some sort of training. She's got some muscles in her arms particularly. ]

You fought in a war, didn't you? I would have thought training would be second nature...