[It wasn't the first time that Steve had crowded him to a wall, and he doubted that it would ever be the last. Normally it was a small bony sharp-angled body that shouldered him against a wall and he allowed it because he could rest his arms on Steve's narrow shoulders while they worked out whatever it was that made the determined little mite put him there in the first place. Now was plainly different given that Steve was both taller and wider at the shoulders than he was, and he felt like he disappeared behind the blond.

There was a sense that he was going to actually have to stay exactly where he was until Steve deemed it worthwhile to let him slip out. Their bunks were nearby he knew, but in the darkness, it seemed like the room was gaping around them. He instead settled back against the wall, turning his head to peer through the darkness at Steve's face, his fingers still stroking the blond's tie.]

I suppose that depends how you feel about me, Rogers. For one, you have a future with her: marriage, kids, a nice house. You want that, don't you?