Given that they were off the clock from here on out, Steve didn't need to change back into his uniform. He had a spare change of clothing in his locker at all times, so he pulled on a shirt, a pair of jeans over his boxers, and then a loose jacket. It felt good to be clean and in some freshly laundered clothing, after a week in the muddy jungle.

He dragged his towel through his hair one last time and then set it aside, huffing out a laugh when Rumlow mentioned Rollins. The two of them worked well together and they were usually joking whenever they could get away with it. Steve wasn't surprised to hear that they'd spent some time together outside of the job.

"I'm not arguing that," he said with a roll of his shoulders as he reached back into his locker for a notebook and a pen. He opened it up to a blank page, although the rest of it was full of mission notes (and sometimes a few doodles here or there in the margins). "I just like to sleep in my own bed."

He handed both the pen and notebook over, and then nodded down to the page. "Go ahead and write your address there." This whole thing still felt downright weird to him, but Steve pushed past that. The least he could do was try out some basic social interaction with a coworker (a teammate) -- if he didn't end up liking it, then at least he could say he knew for sure.