A damn shame? Tell him about it. God only knows he'll be armed constantly after this and there'll be more than just a gun in his nightstand. Sam felt like he could kick himself for not trusting his instincts and the false sense of security with little evidence that anyone was even staking his place out until now.
"Lucky me," he echoed without sparing on the sarcasm. Lucky, lucky him. Sam took a good look, brows knitting as Rumlow stepped closer. For a guy who had obvious burn scars that looked like the sort most people should have died from he was doing pretty well, though he had to wonder how the hell he survived. The helicarrier crashing through should have been it and he remembered Rumlow's strangled shout a few seconds before he jumped out the window himself.
Moving slow Sam slung the duffle over his chest, settling the weight of it in front of him. He wasn't armed but there was stuff in the bag- the easiest of which was one of Natasha's little knives she let him keep which was in the front pocket that was half-zipped. His hand settled over it like he was steadying the weight already and he eased forward towards the stairs. "And what? We're gonna have a chat with more of that HYDRA crap you were spewing before? Let a guy have dinner in peace, man."
He talked for the distraction as he went to the stairs, taking them with agonizing slowness and leaving his back to the other man with only his head turned to look back. Hopefully enough to cover him unzipping the pocket.
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"Lucky me," he echoed without sparing on the sarcasm. Lucky, lucky him. Sam took a good look, brows knitting as Rumlow stepped closer. For a guy who had obvious burn scars that looked like the sort most people should have died from he was doing pretty well, though he had to wonder how the hell he survived. The helicarrier crashing through should have been it and he remembered Rumlow's strangled shout a few seconds before he jumped out the window himself.
Moving slow Sam slung the duffle over his chest, settling the weight of it in front of him. He wasn't armed but there was stuff in the bag- the easiest of which was one of Natasha's little knives she let him keep which was in the front pocket that was half-zipped. His hand settled over it like he was steadying the weight already and he eased forward towards the stairs. "And what? We're gonna have a chat with more of that HYDRA crap you were spewing before? Let a guy have dinner in peace, man."
He talked for the distraction as he went to the stairs, taking them with agonizing slowness and leaving his back to the other man with only his head turned to look back. Hopefully enough to cover him unzipping the pocket.