Rumlow had enough scrap pieces in a dish that he could find one that Steve could try getting a cut on. He reached out, carefully pushing around the scrap pieces which ranged in colour and size and found a pretty blue that was certainly large enough for some playing around.

He set it on the work bench and traced a line on it with a fine sharpie marker, sliding the piece towards Steve so it was in front of the super-soldier. He reached out to pick out a cutter from his neat arrangement of instruments and the pair of well-used flat-headed pliers.

Then, boldly and without care, he set the cutter into Steve's hand, clasping that big hand with his own as he stepped in right behind Steve. He rested his chest to the other man's back and peered around Steve's arm. "It's like holding a pencil, and you don't have to apply much pressure. If you hear a sharp grinding noise, you're pressing too hard," he instructed softly. "Just apply the cutter on the edge and follow the line to its end."