Steve could have walked out with Rumlow, but the guy took off quick enough that it would probably be awkward if he tried to jog over and catch up with him. Not that he really had much more to do in the locker room, but he lingered for another minute or two and then headed down to the Triskelion's garage so that he could drive home.

First things first was a nap, since it'd been well over twenty-four hours since he'd last slept. Steve got about two hours in before he woke up and cooked himself a healthy portion of pasta, which he wolfed down as he looked up the directions to Rumlow's apartment. It wasn't too far, and Steve didn't have any trouble getting there. He found the visitor exit into the parking garage and then took the elevator up to the floor Rumlow had scribbled down.

As Steve approached the door, he felt oddly nervous. Should he have brought something with him? That would have been the polite thing, but he hadn't even thought about it. He did have his overnight bag over his shoulder, though, packed with his uniform and some other emergency supplies.

One, two, three more seconds to steel himself, and then he rapped on the door with his knuckles.