"If you wanted to just chill, I was gonna make dinner then maybe we could zonk on some TV?"

Rumlow offers, shutting the door behind them and picking at the laces of his boots. Once they're off and tucked away, he walks back up to her, turning her to face him. He strokes her face and gives her a peck. Whether they follow through on the plan is up in the air, Rumlow doesn't have any firm ideas, just the notion that they should eat and have some personal time.

And while he's cooking, Rumlow can go over what's been said. He hasn't quite let go of the idea that Kenzi's an agent, but he's trying to figure out why they were put together. There has to be something.

"You can faceplant in the meanwhile," he adds with a smile.