He stepped in once he had washed away the dirt on Steve's body and leaned over the man's shoulder to avoid any kind of eyeing one another. He examined Steve's back as much with his eyes as with his hands, fingers walking slowly along the smaller man's flesh in search of bruising there even if they were practically embracing by now.

"I'll hold you to your word," he whispered into Steve's ear. There might come a time when Steve would choke on them, and he would glory in that. He'd watch and laugh because it would be the day that Brock Rumlow ruled over Captain America and his mission would be fulfilled.

"Cold?"