"Where I come from, there's heroes a lot bigger than me." Ones he'd looked up to since he was little, reading comic books that very rarely had faces that looked like his, and ones more recently - though he had less of a starstruck view of those. Especially after meeting the man behind one of them. "But yeah, on a small scale, maybe."

Then he tilts his head a little, acknowledging that.

"Yeah." His voice is quiet, because he'd known that. It was true even back home. His wings were one of a kind, and they were sitting at the bottom of the Potomac. Sam'd already known he wouldn't find anything like it any time soon.

He pauses for a long moment over the second question, though. He could dodge it, he's done it before, but it's the kind of question that's harder to dodge without telling at least a little bit of a lie. "Didn't fly a lot of planes, actually. I was part of a more - specialized operation."