Rumlow could say what he wanted, but Steve hadn't avoided getting caked with dirt and dried sweat. Maybe Rumlow wanted to flatter him, maybe he was just messing around, but as soon as Steve got under the hot spray of water he could tell just how gross he'd been. The water that washed over him went down the drain with a slight tint of grey to it, and Steve scrubbed at his skin until it ran clean instead.

Normally he didn't take all that much time in the showers. He figured he should make room for the other guys, and he honestly got the feeling that his very presence there was distracting. Steve had come to realize that his physique was something that drew attention even from the people he worked with, and while he couldn't blame them for wanting to study just what a super-soldier looked like, it was a little awkward.

Steve hadn't saved a spot for anyone, but it didn't take a genius to see that Rumlow had more or less forced everyone else out of the way so that he could come stand next to him. It was forward in a way that Steve didn't quite understand. Maybe Rumlow had something that he needed to discuss, some private issue that he didn't want to be heard, so he was using the sound of the running water to cover that up.

With eyes narrowed, Steve glanced over, even as he ran some shampoo through his hair. "No problem," he replied, a little uncertainly. "Was there something you needed to say?" He kept his voice down, just in case, though Steve wasn't a very big fan of secrets.