Rumlow supported the Yankees because he had spent far too much time overseas being called a 'Yank', so it made sense to give the impression he cared about that kind of bullshit. Besides, he could poke Pierce for tickets if he really really needed to make an impression on someone, though he tried to keep that limited. He couldn't let anyone know he was in too close to the Secretary or it might raise suspicions.

For all that Rogers did really stupid stuff like jumping out of Quinjets without parachutes, the guy had a wariness that tainted their interactions. It was like Rogers was suspicious he was going to parade the man down the hallway naked or something. Rumlow had some class, albeit not much at this point in his life.

He shook Steve's warm hand and smiled in a charming manner. "Ah, good firm handshake. My da always said you could tell a lot about a man by his handshake." He dropped the shake and folded his hands behind his head to watch the game. "Oh and don't be sad when you lose our bet. I'll be gentle with you, since it's your first time."