"You have a talented mouth," Steve teased, smirking. He shoved Rumlow a bit with his shoulder and then settled with his elbows on the table and smiled at Rumlow sidelong. "I trust you, Brock. And I know you're an excellent, skilled fighter. Why would you even ask?"
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