[ Steve huffs; the appellation has truthfully been resting less comfortably on his shoulders as time goes by, and it hasn't got much to do with remembering that Natasha had once sat him down in front of a children's program after he'd failed to react to her teasing, her hands on his shoulders quite literally pressing him into place. As with most jokes that need to be explained, the humor had fallen a little flat, but Steve's never begrudged her attention as far as he can tell.

It's not the formality or respect of the thing, either — he's pretty sure if any of these kids were calling him by his rank he wouldn't have to think twice about it. There's really nothing to be done about it, for the most part, but with Prompto . . . ]

Tell you what. [ He rests his hands on his hips and gives Prompto a considering look. ] I'll help you outta here if you can tell me you'll try to call me Steve at least once today.