"No," Steve managed to get out - then gasped as the hand started to loosen, only to pull his head all the way back, which was just as uncomfortable. His hand was still pulling helplessly at the shirt, as he tried to lean forward, but it was hard when he was so disoriented, his eyes seeing nothing but the bright lights of the ceiling and, just out of the corner of one eye, Bucky's - the Soldier's - profile. "But he's in there - and I want him back."

His hand clawed its way farther down the Soldier's back, practically ripping his shirt off in the attempt to find some leverage. His fingers clawed a little against bare skin when he'd pulled the shirt up so much that it was halfway up the soldier's back - and that was when the cell door opened again.

"You know, for an All-American mascot, you sure are into S&M," Tony Stark said, glancing to Sam. "I think he likes wrestling with the inmates, don't you?"

He sighed, starting to circle around the room. "Let the nice, American Soldier go, crazy Ruskie."