Holy shit, she has wings and a magic blindfold and she knows his name. Steve feels like what he's about to say is really fucking stupid and exactly the sort of thing that would have his friends rolling their eyes and sighing in exasperation over his failure to know every nerdy little detail about every supernatural creature, but he has to ask.

He has to. He's probably wrong, but he has to.

Leaning in just a little closer so he can address her in a loud whisper, he asks, "Are you like— are you my guardian angel or something?"

It makes sense, okay? He is dead-or-something-close-to-it, after all.