[The smiles that stretched across Rumlow's face was equal parts adoring and on the verge of laughter. He was pretty sure the only reason he didn't was because even if the weight above him was not longer crushing, it was still heavy. He snorted instead, gently guiding the Soldier's face back so he could kiss him in thanks. It lingered for a moment, and Rumlow licked his lips afterwards, staring into his eyes, that smile still hovering about his lips.]

I appreciate it, Bucky. I know you've got my back. And I've got yours.

[He restrained the urge to kiss him again, knowing that would probably just end the conversation and turn into making out and touching and (hopefully) getting that blood off of them in some fashion or another.]

But Chase? He's below me. [Literally, most of the time.] And until he proves himself, that's where he's gonna stay.