America really did seem to have a thing for specials and sales and giving the consumer what they wanted for the cheapest price, these days. Sometimes that meant outsourcing their productions, and the things Steve had read about the work conditions in East Asian countries was enough to get him all riled up if he thought on it too long.

Right now, though, he was actually pretty relaxed. Rumlow wouldn't blab about this to the rest of the team, and the knowledge that there was one thing in Steve's life that he could actually keep to himself was freeing. Even if it was something as simple as kissing one of his subordinates on the side. He didn't mean it as some kind of abuse of power, though -- after all, Rumlow was the one who'd asked for this. He also didn't know if it was going to be more than one-time thing yet. That was something he'd have to think about more.

When their foreheads pressed, Steve closed his eyes for a moment, pleasantly surprised by the affectionate gesture. He'd done this with other soldiers before, usually if they were injured and in fear of dying, so it was nice to do it in a less chaotic context. I've got your back, Rumlow said, and wasn't that a good feeling too? Avengers aside, Steve had never found anything like the Commandos here in the future, but maybe he could get there with someone like Rumlow.

"Not that bad? Well, I guess it could be worse." He sighed and opened his eyes, smiling up at Rumlow. "So what now?"