When Rumlow picked out a piece to show him, Steve wandered over, his hands in his pockets now to make sure that he didn't disturb anything around him. An artist's space had to be respected, and everything he'd seen here qualified as art. Who would have thought Brock Rumlow was capable of this kind of thing? Granted, Steve could understand why he'd never mentioned it. A lot of soldiers prided themselves on their "manliness."

Whatever that meant.

The offer to cut out a piece of the glass took Steve aback. For Rumlow to trust him with something he'd already put so much work into was a pretty big deal, in Steve's estimation. He couldn't imagine asking someone else to finish one of his sketches or paintings, for instance. Refusing would be rude, given the circumstances and what the offer meant.

"You'd have to walk me through it, but sure," he said with a brief smile as he examined the various tools that were set out for the process.