He snorted and shook his head. "That I do, Rogers." He pretended to grumble at the shove to his shoulder, taking another sip of his whiskey and eyeing Steve over the rim of the tumbler. "Because for the work that you're going to do, you need more than a soldier. I wanted to make sure you were of the opinion I could be that."

He set his glass down and glanced at the poster of Captain America behind them. "You're keeping the uniform though, right?"