If Steve had been a different kind of person, he might have taken Rumlow's lazy confirmation as something like insubordination and gotten him into a serious amount of trouble. Maybe it was because during the war he'd worked with the Commandos, who he'd often joked around with much in this way, but Steve didn't take too much offense at it. So long as Rumlow followed his orders to the letter when they were on an actual mission, it was fine.

Besides, almost everyone else had exited the shower area by now, so Steve didn't have to worry about the rest of the team trying to follow in Rumlow's footsteps.

Steve also got dried off and wrapped his towel around himself, and he was making his way back to his locker to get changed when Rumlow mentioned that he should bring an overnight bag. The reasoning behind it was sound enough -- they could get called in at any minute, it made sense to have his stealth suit on hand. But Steve got the feeling that Rumlow had another idea in mind, and if Steve was reading this right, then this intentions were becoming less and less pure.

Men had definitely given Steve the once-over before, but he'd never been flirted with this overtly. He huffed out a laugh and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not staying the night."