Steve nodded. He'd never had many friends, really just Bucky, but Bucky was deployed and he didn't know when or if he'd be seeing him again. For a moment, he worried he'd come on too strong, even though the other man seemed so friendly, but then Brock agreed and he smiled. "Well, I've got yours, too, Rumlow."

There wasn't much time before lights out, so he climbed into bed, stretching out and looking up at the underside of Rumlow's bunk. "I did get beat up a lot," he admitted softly. "Bucky said - my best friend, his name's Bucky Barnes, and he's with the 107th - he always said I didn't know when to stay down. I guess that's how I ended up here, too."