So Steve was right, and Rumlow felt that he needed to keep up some kind of macho persona when he was on the clock. It was a common enough thing, and it had been even during the war. Too many young men with too much to prove. Steve didn't really see the big deal, but then again, having to run around in tights with shorts over them had pretty much ruined whatever was left of his dignity.

"If you think about it, it's kind of any friend's job to tease you mercilessly." It was all about the intention behind it. Some people did that kind of thing just to be cruel, while a friend would mean it harmlessly. Steve figured that none of the STRIKE team would be bold enough to actually mock Rumlow openly, but he wasn't going to push the subject too much.

Still, Rumlow had shared it with him, which meant that it was kind of a big deal. "Well, maybe if I come back over, I'll mess around with this a little more. I don't really have the space at my apartment." It wasn't exactly a promise that he'd be back, but it was edging toward it. He eyed Rumlow with an easy smile. "Anyway, I guess I'll have to show you some of my sketches now."