The only problem with Rogers' place was he had to watch his P's and Q's while there, since he knew that there were bugs there. No one let a National Treasure live alone without taking precautions, and they were an agency of spies too. National Security was their motto, and Rogers was definitely someone that all of SHIELD wanted to keep track of and protect and utilize when it was best to do so. He was in that line like everyone else, but his reasons for doing so were a little more on the selfish side.

"Come on, big guy, does it look like I have the strength to twist your arm?" He'd personally prefer to see how a sledgehammer did against them, but that would be for another time. Maybe some rope to start, just to watch Rogers squirm a bit, pretending not to be as strong as they knew the guy to be. "Sure, let me get a felt pen and I'll write it on your hand," he said with a smirk.

He rubbed his hands through his hair to mess it up but also to spike it as he walked away from the shower, reaching out to swat at Rogers' ass again and without apology either. "I hope you know how to disguise yourself. I think my elder neighbour is a huge Cap fanboy."