Steve was someone you knew back in the forties. He'd heard you went missing, he assumed you were dead, but then you'd gotten found at a science facility, where you were being experimented on, alive and cryo-freezed, and you were rescued, so now you were in the hospital and Steve wasn't leaving your side for anything.

"Hey," Steve stepped into your room with a chicken sandwich. "I got something for you." He handed it to you and sat next to your bed. "How are you feeling?"