The tight set of Sam's mouth and the flat look was all Rumlow needed as an answer. Yeah, he knew it was dumb - quite possibly the dumbest goddamn thing had ever done in a history of some really outrageously stupid shit but this was definitely going to take the cake.

He just hopped he wasn't going to end up put down because of it all.

"Not what I asked you, man."

Sam glanced at the bag one more time before deciding everything in it wasn't worth saving if it meant greater exposure. He dragged in one more shallow bit of air and snagged the bag, hauling it out from the middle of his damn living room and down the hall towards the bathroom, throwing it in there and slamming the door shut.

"Duct tape, kitchen. Third drawer door down by the door."

He could already feel...something. Warmer.