Steve was still shivering, the shudders growing worse, and his breathing hitched in his throat with each shudder. But despite how cold he was, he was relaxed and reassured by Rumlow's ministrations. He found himself leaning closer, leaning into the warmth.

He smiled, their faces quite close together now, and lifted a hand to brace himself a little bit against the other man. "We've got a deal. I'll... I'll protect you, Brock. N-No matter what."