Rumlow made a good point, and Steve found that he couldn't argue with his logic there. The world could get by without him, but that didn't help any with the guilt he felt when he wasn't working as hard as he could to help make it better. He'd already slacked off for those seventy years, so it felt like he had to do double time now. Whether or not he actually planned to take Rumlow's advice, though, he needed to get him off his back. "I'll think about it. What do you usually do with your time?"

It helped that the game would be coming on soon, as it would give them something to comment on in between their conversation, a way to fill in the lulls and prevent any of it from getting awkward. It was going a lot better than Steve had expected, though, and he had to wonder what he had been so scared of.

A lot of rumors got passed around about Natasha, and Steve only shook his head in mock dismay. She didn't eat anyone for breakfast, although he could understand why people got intimidated by her. She wasn't the easiest person to approach, but Steve felt pretty comfortable around her by now. When Rumlow mentioned the other room, though, Steve glanced over his shoulder as if he might be able to see it from here. "Maybe you can show me later? I mean, you don't have to." Art was a tricky thing that way. Sometimes people didn't want to share, and Steve respected that. He really hadn't pegged Rumlow for the type, though, which was what made him so curious.