Ward followed along dutifully like a good puppy dog. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to think about what he was doing as he watched Rumlow in front of him. The man had a backside that he couldn't stop staring at. The way that his hips swayed with each step, the curve of his ass as it met his thighs. He swallowed, working hard to keep himself in check. He was pretty sure he was failing.

Once they were outside, among the trees where they could hide, he rounded on Brock and pinned him to a tree. It was easier when there were no cameras on them. He didn't want to admit that he liked the pinch to his ass. He liked the feel of Brock's hands on him, even in the smallest instance.

"Well, this is discreet. I'll give you that," he growled. "So, talk. Just what do you want to do? And you want to do it without HYDRA? Are you fucking mad? They took me back when they really shouldn't have. I failed. I do this and we get caught and I have nowhere else to go!" One hand moved down to Brock's hip, keeping the man close, feeling the line of their bodies trapped together.

"Just what is your plan?"