The last thing he expected was acquiescence bu t it came without a fight and his agreement to provide causing Sam to let out the breath he'd been holding and drink in the hot metal tinge, like wood and iron, flesh that very clearly needed a wash but still satisfying to his nose. Comforting when it had no right to be.

Sam realized his eyes had closed at the contact and with the thread of their bond humming strong. When Rumlow moved they opened, dark brown eyeing Rumlow's face as his collar was pulled down and their scents were mixed. A gesture he allowed, allowed with a low crawling sound from his chest all approval.

"Pretty sure even Steve frowning at them won't stop that."

Candid as his reply had been, he wasn't going to let them torture him and how the thought made his hackles rise sang through the bond. Sam's hand napped to keep, hand blurring up to clasp around Rumlow's wrist and press it back to his own scent gland. This could escalate. They needed to part but- "Can we- "

What? Make this work? Talk about it? They needed to talk about it. Preferably not here in this cell with HYDRA's stink the only think that could turn sterile putrid. But as soon as they left there was going to be the whole deal of processing, debriefing and plying for the information Rumlow carried.

The sound of footsteps- Steve's - snapped him out of whatever it was and he pulled back, eyes focusing again. He switched to breathing through his mouth and hoped he hadn't started pumping out hormones that'd induce heat.

"Any others?" By the time Steve peered in Sam had let go. And by the Steve's grim face it was clear Rumlow was the only one remaining in the ward alive and present.