"You really think so?" Steve asked hopefully. He was very well aware that he wouldn't be going anywhere unless Dr. Erskine took him for his program.

He smiled sweetly, slipping his own hand up under Rumlow's shirt as well, shivering with delight at the gentle touch of Brock's fingers. "We'll figure it out. I...brought something." He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small tube of vaseline.