brock does regret moving the pace along like that, but he’s sure Steve’s used to people talking and then moving along rather quickly.  it is the way of missions, anyways, huh?  he probably should’ve paid more attention to steve’s answer, but he’s already down the hall, walking towards the exit to get outside.

he shows up for work just like normal the next day, going through the work day and getting that time slot opened up at one for some training with Cap.  if he doesn’t show, brock could still use the time for himself, so it won’t be a waste really.

shuffling around, brock busies himself with filling his water bottle, making sure everything was clean before training, nobody wants to slip on a wet mat, huh?  and he even got himself a snack.  a nice, crunchy granola bar.  the kind covered in chocolate.  and it’s all followed down with water.  lots and lots of water while he waits.

and he’s old, so he stretches out, hopefully before Cap gets here to see how damn old he is.  well, not…old…everyone should stretch.  it’s better to stretch.  maybe he got here a little too early, maybe he was excited to exchange quips with the captain, make things a little more comfortable.  He was looking forward to it.