It kept coming back to that, didn't it? Though that conjured up the strange mental image of Rumlow scowling at hospital jello, the really green and viciously jiggly kind and Sam wasn't quite sure what to do with that.
“I'm going to put the bag down and that's it. Don't shoot me for it.” Which was about as close to agreement as they were going to get. Sam raised his brows but then slowly went about unslinging the duffel from around his torso and moving to settle himself down on his couch as well. He place the bag between his feet, sighing out as he stared at the take-out containers still giving off warmth and radiating all his former hopes of a decent meal. He wanted to be hungry but just that something about the current company. Sam went for his water first, unscrewing the bottle.
“People with a much shorter skill-set than yours have gone off with nothing more than sporks, so I'm not surprised.” He still wouldn't have been surprised if it had been some crazy hazing either.
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“I'm going to put the bag down and that's it. Don't shoot me for it.” Which was about as close to agreement as they were going to get. Sam raised his brows but then slowly went about unslinging the duffel from around his torso and moving to settle himself down on his couch as well. He place the bag between his feet, sighing out as he stared at the take-out containers still giving off warmth and radiating all his former hopes of a decent meal. He wanted to be hungry but just that something about the current company. Sam went for his water first, unscrewing the bottle.
“People with a much shorter skill-set than yours have gone off with nothing more than sporks, so I'm not surprised.” He still wouldn't have been surprised if it had been some crazy hazing either.