No, he had heard from Pierce that it hadn't been difficult, and the old man had been as pleased as punch to have a partial thumb on Rogers, even if it was from the shadows. That had been when he had been personally handed the mission to keep an eye on Rogers, and he was doing what he could to live up to that expectation and learn what he could about the guy. Books hardly captured the real thing, but there were interesting tidbits all the same in those pages.

Rumlow sat forward to grab a chip himself, saucing it up with dip and chewing on it as he sat back and got himself comfortable on the couch again. He took a swig of beer and sighed as if this was one of the greatest things in the world. "Nope, makes no sense whatsoever, Rogers. You might have to explain that one in more detail for me," he drawled. "You're Captain Rogers, and you get three weeks holiday same as everyone else."

Maybe it was supposed to be strange that someone who was so famous participated in activities that allowed the man to be completely alone for. Then again, was there really anything else? "You and your bike, huh? I guess hanging around the Triskelion gives you all that you need for human companionship," he said before pausing to ponder his own hobbies. He finally shrugged and grinned ruefully. "I train a lot, read the paper... do some stained glass work."