He couldn't quite define it yet himself, didn't have the words. All he was sure of was he was pretty much hooked into Rumlow's brain now and what was fed back to him didn't turn him off completely. Hell if it didn't do the opposite despite knowing, despite Rumlow's choices and who he decided to align himself with. Those weren't wiped out just because of a bond.
Sam wasn't a saint, he just tried to do good. If this was what he was 'destined' for with bond and bondmate then he was going to see what they could actually do with it. This alone, the closeness, was a taste of something he wanted to keep. All he could do was pray and work to make sure it didn't blow up in his face.
"Max 90 days." Not that they'd give up after the obligatory search window. "Maybe shorter. Not sure yet. All this spy shit actually isn't my forte. Close your eyes." They needed to rinse.
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Sam wasn't a saint, he just tried to do good. If this was what he was 'destined' for with bond and bondmate then he was going to see what they could actually do with it. This alone, the closeness, was a taste of something he wanted to keep. All he could do was pray and work to make sure it didn't blow up in his face.
"Max 90 days." Not that they'd give up after the obligatory search window. "Maybe shorter. Not sure yet. All this spy shit actually isn't my forte. Close your eyes." They needed to rinse.
"...you will come back, though?"