Not that either of them could see it but Hill was strictly giving Steve the most long-suffering expression she could muster. It ramped up several degrees at Rumlow's snarl. She didn't want to have to see more than she strictly needed to, thank you very much.

“Just...keep them decent for when we get there.” The door slammed shut again leaving all three original occupants. Sam relaxed, blowing out a hard breath of air and burying his face into Rumlow's neck in return. He felt the rumble of the engine starting up again and the van pulling forward.

“You know hating everything is really shitty for your blood pressure.” They were curled up in the middle of a van with Captain America politely trying not to intrude and Sam couldn't keep his hand from threading into Rumlow's hair, scratching his scalp.