Sam wouldn't completely blame his superiors for taking one look at the mess of their bond and deciding that it was too much of a liability to try and fix. At this point he wasn't sure if they could balance each other, nevermind the strength. They'd just shove him in a lab, keep him alive for the feat that HYDRA accomplished with what they did to him and he'd have to go on forward, living with the giant bleeding hole of a missing half as best as he could.

It sounded hellish, honestly.

Sam stayed where he was hovering over Rumlow's form as he heard the front cabin of the truck open and shut. He had closed his eyes once he started focus on his breathing and soothing the thrashing panic being tossed between both of them. Hill's (probably Hill's, no idea if anyone else was up with her in the front) footsteps tracked around the van, muffled through metal.

He opened his eyes just in time for the full treat of Rumlow's impressive glare from under the tossed spill of his hair.

"Yeah, I know. You hate me." Didn't stop him from taking the line of his neck that Sam offered. He hunched forward, dipping down so Rumlow didn't have to strain to have what he was seeking. The back door open and while he tensed he stayed where he was, shifting through the tides of the bond starting to settle instead if giving his whole attention to Steve's low conversation with Hill behind him. The swipe of Rumlow's tongue was fine distraction. Sam had to swallow down the moan that wanted to bubble up. Shivered instead.

The tone was tense and clipped. Not a happy one.

"Wilson?" Hill questioned at length.

"We're good. It's fine. Just a little excitement." One hell of an understatement but hey, what could you do.