He admitted that he grudgingly didn't mind Thor much or Bruce, who knew the value of personal space. If there were any of the other Avengers he could get along with, it was them and the Widow but more on a professional level. He still always preferred Steve's company, but he considered gradually warming up to the other two out of anyone. He knew that he would always prefer Steve, and that was where his attention always shifted when they were in a room as a group. Sparring would perhaps come another time when he deigned to consider such things beyond his friend.
He couldn't help but let out a growl when his flesh arm was pinned down to the bed, and he shifted, trying vainly to throw Steve off of him and only succeeding in shifting the larger weight against his own. His fingers flexed in aggravation, but he continued to struggle, testing out any weak points in Steve's hold on him, but it was pretty solid. He shifted his legs last, trying to get a good press of them to throw Steve, but his attempts only ended up rubbing their thighs and hips together and again, it felt... good and warm.
"No, I don't yield," he growled, though his struggling was less to throw off and more to experiment a bit on why he was feeling good when they rubbed like this.
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Date: 2014-09-16 12:24 am (UTC)He couldn't help but let out a growl when his flesh arm was pinned down to the bed, and he shifted, trying vainly to throw Steve off of him and only succeeding in shifting the larger weight against his own. His fingers flexed in aggravation, but he continued to struggle, testing out any weak points in Steve's hold on him, but it was pretty solid. He shifted his legs last, trying to get a good press of them to throw Steve, but his attempts only ended up rubbing their thighs and hips together and again, it felt... good and warm.
"No, I don't yield," he growled, though his struggling was less to throw off and more to experiment a bit on why he was feeling good when they rubbed like this.