Mostly. Even now it didn't seem like it'd take much to get them going for another round. Sam scratched at Rumlow's scalp, through the thickness of his overly long hair with the plain soapy stock of the shampoo just adding to the combined remnants of heat and rut not yet scrubbed off. It was a plan that could fail so easily, but he's not exactly sure what SHIELD would do with Captain America's best friend if he showed himself a turncoat. They were, at the end of the day, trying to be the good guys. He didn't think they'd immediately start holding innocents hostage for his cooperation - his family.

But Rumlow was right about up there with vibranium in worth now.

"Can't imagine you don't have some sort of game plan for dropping off the map if you needed to. If we get you out, could you disappear? For a while?" The last questioned was stressed a little more, flickering through their bond. No, not forever. Not even six months strung out and yearning. Suds foamed but Sam took his time with the washing.

"I get the risk. Just...had to decide if it was worth it."