[Whether the Soldier was attempting to recreate the odd pleasure-pain that he felt from Rumlow touching his wounds or not, he wasn't sure. Either way, the pressure against his ribs was weird and with his lungs still a little unhappy after the choke hold, he felt his breath catch. He stopped before long though and Rumlow settled back, at least until the Soldier shifted off of him and pinned his arm under his own. Rumlow quickly slithered it out before it could get crushed beneath the metal.

Rubbing at the skin absently, Rumlow turned his head to look at the Soldier. He frowned a bit. Maybe he should make it more like a training session. Craft it in such a way that it maintained autonomy for the Soldier but focused on instruction.]

It would be easier, but that's not what this is about. If I ordered you, it wouldn't be real. I can give you lessons in a more structured format, if you want, but it'd be about teaching you how to do this or that, not commanding you to do them. [Rumlow pauses, then cracked a grin, chuckling.] Besides, it's not like I can order you to get hard.

[Though man, that would be a trick.]