"You had to mess with my bag." Sam was practically snarling it, his irritation mounting almost as fast as whatever was working its way from his lungs into his bloodstream. "You had to break into my house and try to play this game."

He looked back up from staring at the door when Rumlow came back from the kitchen, grabbing the tape and spooling out a generous measure for the bottom gap. As far as he was concerned this was one-hundred and one percent Rumlow's fault. It never would have happened if he hadn't created a situation for them.

"Green," he bit out once the tape had been placed and pressed down. He hauled himself back up to his feet from the crouch. "It was green. The hell does that mean?"

The tape was slammed into Rumlow's chest and Sam hitched for a moment with his eyes widening and narrowing at the contact even if it was just touching the man's shirt before he was pushing off to check all the windows and snag his phone. Even as he moved away though he could still feel the sensation like lingering sparks on his fingertips, like an itch that spread up his arm.

"I am not turning into the Hulk."