[He snorts and gives Steve an almost wicked sort of smile, figuring he might as well flirt since Steve must be used to it with that sort of Adonis body, but he left it with a simple goodbye before disappearing back up the stairs on silent feet.
Well, shit.
First thing, shower. He hasn't washed his hair in too long, but before long it's damp and smelling slightly of citrus, the rest of him smelling a damn sight better too. He digs through his backpack of extremely limited wardrobe options to pull on his least damaged jeans and t-shirt, hoodie over the top to hide the prosthetic.
There's not much he can do to make the place look lived in. A single air-mattress and a big backpack have never looked more pathetic to him, maybe he can open and close the door quick enough that Rogers won't notice?
After that, it's just pacing back and forth in loosely laced army-issue boots, waiting for the knock at his door.]
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Well, shit.
First thing, shower. He hasn't washed his hair in too long, but before long it's damp and smelling slightly of citrus, the rest of him smelling a damn sight better too. He digs through his backpack of extremely limited wardrobe options to pull on his least damaged jeans and t-shirt, hoodie over the top to hide the prosthetic.
There's not much he can do to make the place look lived in. A single air-mattress and a big backpack have never looked more pathetic to him, maybe he can open and close the door quick enough that Rogers won't notice?
After that, it's just pacing back and forth in loosely laced army-issue boots, waiting for the knock at his door.]