Anyone who took a few seconds to think about it could probably guess at who Steve's favorite baseball team was. Granted, that was a sore spot these days considering that the Dodgers had moved to the west coast, and Steve still hadn't completely decided whether he wanted to remain loyal to them or throw his support in with the Mets. It felt like it would be a betrayal, but then again, the Dodgers had betrayed all of Brooklyn by moving to Los Angeles.
Maybe it would be safer to watch a game that involved teams he didn't care about.
Not that Rumlow was giving him much of a choice either way. He even threatened to show up at Steve's apartment, and while he might just be blowing hot air, there was also a chance that he actually knew where Steve lived. They did work for a spy organization, after all, and as much as Steve worked to keep his personal life separate from his professional one, he was sure that his address was listed somewhere in his file. (Or Natasha could have told Rumlow, though Steve doubted she would do that.)
"All right, all right, twist my arm, why don't you," Steve gave in with a sigh as he reached out and turned off the water, relatively certain that Rumlow had finished up too. "I'll come to your place, but I'm gonna need the address." It was possible that he would end up seriously regretting this, but maybe if he told Natasha that he'd gone over to Rumlow's she might get off his back about the dating thing.
Not that this was a date. It was a baseball game enjoyed between colleagues. Or at least, that was how Steve interpreted it. Still, he was making the effort to be social and that had to count for something.
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Maybe it would be safer to watch a game that involved teams he didn't care about.
Not that Rumlow was giving him much of a choice either way. He even threatened to show up at Steve's apartment, and while he might just be blowing hot air, there was also a chance that he actually knew where Steve lived. They did work for a spy organization, after all, and as much as Steve worked to keep his personal life separate from his professional one, he was sure that his address was listed somewhere in his file. (Or Natasha could have told Rumlow, though Steve doubted she would do that.)
"All right, all right, twist my arm, why don't you," Steve gave in with a sigh as he reached out and turned off the water, relatively certain that Rumlow had finished up too. "I'll come to your place, but I'm gonna need the address." It was possible that he would end up seriously regretting this, but maybe if he told Natasha that he'd gone over to Rumlow's she might get off his back about the dating thing.
Not that this was a date. It was a baseball game enjoyed between colleagues. Or at least, that was how Steve interpreted it. Still, he was making the effort to be social and that had to count for something.