Bond-drunk. They could, if they needed to, chalk it all up to that. It was definitely a factor considering how Sam couldn't stop touching Rumlow with a fine edge of marveling at the sensation of just his skin alone. Maybe after a few days the hormones would bleed out and it'd be a little less dizzying. They did go one from one end of the spectrum all the way to the other.

But it was nice to touch without the claws of heat or being starved for that contact an overwhelming force.

"Deal." Said with a hiss, a light nip pressed against Rumlow's jaw at that drag of nails, light scratches to join the score already etched deeper into his backs. They'd do Starbucks if they had to. Shame they couldn't immediately go to the shop by his place.

He rumbled approval, skipping right over even thinking about Rumlow with anyone else in the abstract. "Only reason we're working with SHIELD was to get you out. Steve...wanted to at least look over what they're doing now that they're regrouping but my mission was you. Now that that's done, I think all of us are ready to split. Might be a day or two but they're not going to keep you here permanently."

Undermining large semi-secret agencies: something like sweet nothings? Sam nudged, bumping their hips and turning Rumlow around before grabbing some shampoo from the automatic dispensers to lather up.