[ he follows. of course he follows, he'd glanced at steve's door at the same time, and his fists clench in irritation at the thought of any shared behavior. Steve is his, boiled down to the guts of it, and he's put up with Carter and he's put up with Howard Stark and he is not about to give one more inch to anybody else that wanted a piece of Steve Rogers, especially the smaller version.
He's scowling for the duration of the elevator ride, grimly tapping out a cigarette from a battered pack he'd hoarded in his jacket pocket and then lighting it once they get out into the open air. Can't smoke around either Steve, no matter how much his nerves need it, Brooklyn Steve's asthma won't tolerate it and the older one kept giving him disapproving looks and making pointed comments about how he's ruining his lungs. ]
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He's scowling for the duration of the elevator ride, grimly tapping out a cigarette from a battered pack he'd hoarded in his jacket pocket and then lighting it once they get out into the open air. Can't smoke around either Steve, no matter how much his nerves need it, Brooklyn Steve's asthma won't tolerate it and the older one kept giving him disapproving looks and making pointed comments about how he's ruining his lungs. ]