The fatigue. Increased appetite and even a subtle loss of muscle-mass that Sam had noticed were all outward signs that he was bond-starved. They'd been confirmed in his evaluation with the doctor giving sympathetic eyes and Sam trying to ignore them. The strain of the distance and maybe the fact it was half-formed and constantly working to keep the thin, stubborn tether made his daily expenditure of energy about one and a half instead of just one. Fine for supersoliders but not for normals.
All of it screamed life-bond.
"Considered. It wouldn't have happened." But that was a tiny point that didn't do anything to help the fact that it was likely a good source for inducing a fresh new heat for Rumlow's body. He'd wanted to bite and rut and his instincts clamored to have what'd been denied for far too long.
Sam backed up. He didn't want to, he wanted to open the door as much as Rumlow wanted to be there waiting for him but it'd only make it worse.
"You give them something you might actually get suppressants," he reminded him. It didn't have to be anything big. Sam was all for Rumlow splitting hairs in a thousand of ways if it could make sure he would be operational when they needed to move. "It doesn't have to be lab rat for the rest of your life."
He didn't mean with SHIELD but he couldn't come right out and say that with their monitoring fixated on the both of them. It was tempting to reach out and try to tell Rumlow directly, through the bond but he didn't want to chance that - not with the memory of what happened in the van here brought up anew.
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All of it screamed life-bond.
"Considered. It wouldn't have happened." But that was a tiny point that didn't do anything to help the fact that it was likely a good source for inducing a fresh new heat for Rumlow's body. He'd wanted to bite and rut and his instincts clamored to have what'd been denied for far too long.
Sam backed up. He didn't want to, he wanted to open the door as much as Rumlow wanted to be there waiting for him but it'd only make it worse.
"You give them something you might actually get suppressants," he reminded him. It didn't have to be anything big. Sam was all for Rumlow splitting hairs in a thousand of ways if it could make sure he would be operational when they needed to move. "It doesn't have to be lab rat for the rest of your life."
He didn't mean with SHIELD but he couldn't come right out and say that with their monitoring fixated on the both of them. It was tempting to reach out and try to tell Rumlow directly, through the bond but he didn't want to chance that - not with the memory of what happened in the van here brought up anew.