His mission was to keep tabs on the Captain and make certain that the man unknowingly did some of HYDRA's good work. He was to make certain that STRIKE could operate well with the man, support Rogers but also keep the guy on just enough of a leash so that the whole thing didn't blow wide open. His team was good, but even they had to dance well with Rogers watching them.

No rough-housing to the point of bloody battles. It was a damn shame to lose that. It wasn't so bad to gain a shiny national icon though. Nice ass.

"And you apparently shed dirt and grime like you heal your wounds," he replied, pretending to be disgusted as he picked at his darkened underwear from dirt and sweat. He glanced over with a lazy interest at Steve's invitation, throwing his Captain a coy smirk in return. "Aren't you just a sweetheart, big guy?"

He stripped, curious and driven, and then he padded after Steve to the showers, which were full with men trying to get in and get out again. He was small enough and had nasty enough elbows to jostle a few guys out of the way, but most moved just to watch him work on Rogers. He settled in to actually share the spray of water with Steve, since the men gave way to Rogers and he was just there to take advantage. "Thanks for saving me a spot. You're a real pal."