[Brock released a soft throaty chuckle like this was all part of the plan, the one he had made laying in a hospital bed with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and reflect how everything but Steve had been stolen from him. Whatever, life was a piece of shit and they all made the most of it even when it all came crashing down.

The refusal only made his body flush with heat, made far far worse when Steve bore down on him. He shuddered and bared his teeth in some old feral gesture as he grasped the other man's wrist tightly.]

Don't be fucking naive, Rogers. I live, you can't be even close to the one you want to be. I know you two had something going on. [He shoved hard at Steve's chest with his free hand.] You screw me, you pick out all the information Fury wants you to have, then I kill myself and you're free after you pick up whatever pieces happen after that shit. But you're free...

[He smirked his old cocksure smirk.]

I told you I have your best interests at heart. I do even when you're too fucking good-hearted to admit it.