[ He looks like hell, but then so does Steve, arguably, and there's this awful little part of him, this fucked up part that wants to make him even more messed up. That'd enjoy this, fighting and fucking at the same time, and it twists his stomach even worse than the guilt over not seeing the betrayal before it happened did. ]

Don't -

[ He can't stop his head from jerking up, eyes wide as he hears that. That's the last thing he wants - he knows it's fucked, okay, he knows, but hearing it is sobering in a way he hates. Steve takes three quick, long steps over and fists a hand in the front of Rumlow's shirt. ]

You don't get to do that. You chose this - you made these decisions, and you live with it. It's the least you can do.