"You are a man of many talents," he agreed, flicking his eyes over as if knowing more of them than he let on. He had read the file, seen the videos of the war, knew the sacrifice that Rogers had made with the Valkyrie and everything in between. This wasn't a man to underestimate on anything.

"I know we aren't close and all, but if you ever need to talk or shoot the shit about nothing, feel free. Sometimes it helps," he remarked with a soldierly look. He understood keeping stuff close to the chest, probably better than most actually. He also knew that Steve was guarded sometimes, but the shadows in the man's eyes were hard to miss if one bothered to look.

He grabbed his pack out of his locker and shut the door, not bothering with a lock. No one stole from fellow spies or at least did and got away with it long. "I'll stock up on my personal favourites," he mused as he rubbed fingers along his chin in thought before shrugging. "Game starts at seven, so I guess as long as you're there before that time?"