That's what he can't imagine, being in a situation where someone not putting a bullet right in your brain is a source of disappointment. It's just a flicker but Sam sees it and some of that overwhelming protective anger filters back in. He keeps trying to remind himself this was the man that near gleefully pummeled him months ago, easily betrayed Steve and aligned himself whole-heatedly to an organization that thought nothing about killing a couple hundred-million for their tyranical cause.

But his very bones and his nerves and his teeth kept saying that he's his.

When Rumlow moved forward it broke the freeze on him that kept him blocking the door. He took a deep breath, mimicking Rumlow's scenting only to be absolutely assulted by the heavy dredges of a thick heat recently passed, traces that clung to Rumlow- Sam doubted they'd let him out since then.

He heard his growling demand but he was moving automatically, yanked by the bond and the scent and months and months of not having what his body and mind craved. So close that their foreheads pressed together, Rumlow just an inch or so shorter than him he breathed all of it in and felt a rippling shudder slide down his back. "You'll get them."

After all, it was deemed as pretty cruel to deny omegas those when they we wanted. Laws got passed making them available, easier to buy with minimal medical evaluation.

But he wanted this before the suppressants ruined Rumlow's scent- messed up an engineered as he believed it was. God, it almost felt natural.