He stepped into the space when she was settled on top of the table, his hands curling around before coming to rest on the table in order to box her in. It also meant that he had to lean, his chest brushing against her own as they continued to kiss like it was going out of style. For them, it might have been, and he had stopped questioning this, stopped questioning how outside of his training that it was. He didn't care; he just wanted to taste her and feel her against him and for once, it wasn't an urge that he would deny.

He shivered at the sound of her moan, using a knee to press between her own so he could step in completely. He was about to press her back against the table when the door to his cage was opened and a fluttered but determined agent stood in the doorway, and it forced him to withdraw from the kiss to stare at the man in the suit.

"You... really should stop..." the man stammered.

The Winter Soldier hissed, grabbed the metal tray that contained what was left of his meal and whipped the metal at the agent. It flew with a perfect angle to slam into the wall next to the man's head, crumpling but also indenting and the shocked look was enough to stamp a foot and drive the man from considering warning them off of kissing.