"...oh." Steven lowers his gaze and swallows the lump in his throat. Erik didn't look that old, Steven didn't think-- but he had met the Blackbeard. And the Nostradamus. And all these robots that are light years ahead of what the Avengers had fought in Sokovia. Of course anybody from any time in the past or future could be pulled here.

"I'm so sorry." Steven tries to school his expression into something less upset and more neutral.

Erik still doesn't get a free pass for being an arse. But it's the Marcs of this world, not the Stevens, who could have possibly survived what he did.