[Rumlow had been tugged the Soldier closer, it was true. He just wasn't expecting him to cover him entirely and press him into the mattress. A soft wheezing sound escaped as the air was pushed from his lungs before he could get an arm in there and adjust. He guessed he understood the sentiment behind the action, but the Soldier wasn't exactly a lightweight. Not with all that metal in him.]

Anything's possible? [He managed to say, voice still a little strained. He reached an arm around to pat the Soldier's back and as the weight shifted a little, he found it easier to breathe. He sucked a breath in greedily.] But yeah, but it could just as well have been the reason for my demise.

[He said, voice slightly muffled by the Soldier's... everything.]

I don't dwell on regrets.