The Soldier smiled, "The bed's fine." He scooted back and crossed his legs in front of him, hand resting in his lap. He was, admittedly, hungry, and would only be too happy to eat before killing Rogers. They would no doubt put him down after that, so there was no real reason to die on an empty stomach. He took the tray and the plastic fork and knife and set to work devouring the food. He watched Rogers closely, waiting for the man to sit down.

Toss the tray, legs around Rogers's chest and arms, hand on his jaw, neck snapped, it could happen in an instant. Wilson would be powerless to stop it, even if he had the ability to shock the Soldier with the collar.

Sam stood with his hand on the door, ready to shove it open. He had the trigger mechanism for the collar in his hand, just waiting for the Soldier to make a move. But instead he started to eat, devouring the meat and potatoes much how Steve had, his head bowed over the tray, scooping potatoes into his mouth eagerly.