Steve smiled brilliantly at Rumlow, charmed by his confidence in him.

He snickered and dropped the tube onto a convenient flat surface, and closed his eyes as Rumlow touched him and ground against him. "I was never really a boyscout," he murmured. "But I figured we might regret it if I didn't get organized before dragging you out."

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Rumlow's pants and rubbed.