He only just manages to sigh a breath of relief when he can finally do so freely again, his ribcage not trapped between a wall and an arm of monstrous strength -- but before his feet can even touch the ground properly, the world tilts over.

He's resigned to his fate for all of five seconds, until Steve's hand lands on his bottom. In most times, he could appreciate it, but when he was already this high on stress, it just sets something off in him that doesn't quite listen even to his own reasoning, making him see red for a moment. Not again. Suddenly he's wiggling furiously, kicking his legs and slamming his fists on the man's back despite being lowkey aware Steve's probably hardly even feeling it, trying to crawl and wring himself out of his grip in a panicked frenzy.

Well, maybe he was a quick learner after all. This was what Steve wanted to teach him, right? Not that he was thinking anything at the moment, just driven by the sudden extreme need to get free.