Steve nodded, wondering what he meant about 'times'. Maybe he was talking about being in the army, though even back home it wouldn't exactly have been simple.

He shifted and let go of Rumlow's hand, but turned over instead, so they were facing each other instead. It would make it easier to whisper together without being overheard, though the position was more intimate, and now that the thought had occurred to him, Steve found himself growing more nervous when face to face with Brock.

"It's not just that," he whispered. "I've tried to date, and it just hasn't worked out for me. Girls don't exactly want to dance with a guy they might step on... and I've never had a guy ask, that's for sure. So... I don't really know what to do."