[ Steve looks from the equipment to Rumlow as he comes out of the other room, and the contrast between their expressions isn't exactly a surprise. It's hardly the first time he's seen it; in the past there's often been some secret amusement underlying whatever the man had been focused on at the time. Usually a mission; Steve had never really tried to get to know him outside of the team, and he thinks now there was probably a reason for that. Nevertheless for the last few years that focus has been on Steve, and he wonders if it's the same face Bucky saw (certainly more possible now than the last time Steve saw it) but will never ask. Not Bucky, sure as hell not Rumlow. ]

Well, I'm not here to work out.

[ Not much with his own amusement, in spite of the words, and there's no reason not to cut to the chase. ]

I wanna know how much you remember, Rumlow. And I'll know if you're telling the truth.

[ He might not, strictly speaking, but Steve is nothing if not a man who trusts his instincts, regardless. ]