A thousand times, hunh? Well, Kenzi's not wrong. The thought is a tragedy. They must have fucked on their wedding night. Even if they were drunk and he probably had whiskey dick. But they could have before then -- Rumlow doesn't feel like he's the kind of guy that waits, and neither does Kenzi. This selective amnesia sucks.

As Kenzi unlocks the door, Rumlow gives her a murmured 'thank you,' and makes his way into the kitchen. He deposits the bags and starts to unload them, putting the ingredients on the counter and letting Kenzi put the rest away. They might not have had food, but at least they've got crockery, Rumlow thinks as he pokes around in the cabinets to find a pot and a cutting board.

"You can watch if you want," he remarks, feeling a niggling sensation that they've been here before. He reaches for her while she's near, putting an arm around her waist and drawing her up against him. He kisses the crown of her head because that feels so natural and smiles because it makes him happy to be near her.