Steve had to admit, missions that took him into the jungle were a whole new world for him. Europe didn't have a whole lot of them, and that was where he'd spent all of his time during the war, so a mission like the one they'd just completed was one more thing to adjust to. Good thing that he was quick on his feet, and he had plenty of backup to rely on most of the time. Natasha hadn't been signed out on this assignment, so it had been Steve and the STRIKE team -- but they'd still infiltrated and took down the base they'd been ordered to target, and made it home with no lives lost.
Even Steve had to admit that the leeches were a problem, though. They seemed to really enjoy him in particular, maybe because his blood tasted different from a normal human's. The only good part was that Steve's strength was such that he could yank them right off of his skin with his bare hands, even if they did leave angry red welts in their wake. Those would fade soon enough, thanks to his healing factor.
He'd just finished disposing off all of the leeches and was planning to take a shower when a friendly scuffle broke out right next to him, and Rumlow got shoved in his direction. Steve usually didn't pay too much attention to what else went on in the locker room around him, but when it came to personal space being invaded--
It was an accident, plain and simple, but Steve's back still went stiff and straight as soon as he was touched. Rumlow pulled away as quickly as he could, and apologized as would be expected, but the compliment that came after caused Steve to laugh nervously and then look back into his open locker, as if he could shove himself into it and hide there. He wasn't nearly as self-conscious these days, sure, but that didn't mean that he handled this kind of thing well. He wasn't shy about people seeing him stripped down to his underwear or naked, even. It was the compliments, even if they were tongue in cheek, that made things awkward for him.
Besides, it was always a little tough to tell if Rumlow was being serious or not.
"Thanks, I think." Change the subject, change the subject. "We should probably get some of these guys sent down to medical." A few men on the team had been injured. It was nothing too serious, but Steve preferred to be safe than sorry. They had the resources, why not use them?
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Even Steve had to admit that the leeches were a problem, though. They seemed to really enjoy him in particular, maybe because his blood tasted different from a normal human's. The only good part was that Steve's strength was such that he could yank them right off of his skin with his bare hands, even if they did leave angry red welts in their wake. Those would fade soon enough, thanks to his healing factor.
He'd just finished disposing off all of the leeches and was planning to take a shower when a friendly scuffle broke out right next to him, and Rumlow got shoved in his direction. Steve usually didn't pay too much attention to what else went on in the locker room around him, but when it came to personal space being invaded--
It was an accident, plain and simple, but Steve's back still went stiff and straight as soon as he was touched. Rumlow pulled away as quickly as he could, and apologized as would be expected, but the compliment that came after caused Steve to laugh nervously and then look back into his open locker, as if he could shove himself into it and hide there. He wasn't nearly as self-conscious these days, sure, but that didn't mean that he handled this kind of thing well. He wasn't shy about people seeing him stripped down to his underwear or naked, even. It was the compliments, even if they were tongue in cheek, that made things awkward for him.
Besides, it was always a little tough to tell if Rumlow was being serious or not.
"Thanks, I think." Change the subject, change the subject. "We should probably get some of these guys sent down to medical." A few men on the team had been injured. It was nothing too serious, but Steve preferred to be safe than sorry. They had the resources, why not use them?