"Because he chose it. For a cover," Nat says, and Steve staggers as he feels the ground shift beneath his feet.

He'd just confided in her earlier that he trusts her now, but-- "You knew?"

Nat takes Sharon's outstretched hand and gives him a pleading look. "I didn't. Not this. Your friend's name is in your file, but there weren't any pictures. I didn't know, Steve, I swear it."