Sam was pretty hesitant to reach out and find out if they could communicate like Steve and Bucky could. He already had a bad feeling about what the answer would be and having Rumlow's voice actively in his head on top of his constant presence was just another level too deep when they were already up the creek without a paddle.

"Excuse me for offending you for checking, damn. It's a habit."

The grouse sounded a little petulant even to his own ears. Sam cracked open his bottle, huffing out a sigh as he took a deep swing before Rumlow leaned towards him. The flat look and thinned lips expressed exactly how he felt.

"Seriously, man." Sam insisted. "Lot of people want to shove you exactly in that hole but it doesn't have to be that way."

He lowered his bottle. "They left you there." Or was it on purpose?