"Are we allowed to do that?" Steve hissed, but he didn't resist as Rumlow led him off. He didn't want to go into the barracks bathroom just yet, either.

At Rumlow's comment, he looked rueful and glanced down at himself. He didn't raspy know where to start and was shy about stripping off his clothes with all the bruises that had to be blooming. "Thanks for the help, Brock," he said uncomfortably. "I'm glad I have one friend here, at least."