[The first two names weren't surprising. The third, somewhat. He'd remembered the Soldier's outburst and vehemence over the android's sentence (or lack thereof). The last made him wonder if the kid reminded the Soldier of his youth. Perhaps less impetuous or murderous, though. Rumlow didn't know.]

That's partially true, yes, but I don't share the same convictions. They don't wipe my memories and I'm an effective agent, yeah?

[Rumlow's hands slid down to the small of the Soldier's back, fingers entwining together.]

The only thing that matters to me is your loyalty, like I said. If you know that, you understand your mission. Let that guide you as much as any order does.

[He was digging himself deeper, Rumlow knew. If the Soldier should ever shift that loyalty to another entity (namely Rogers), he would be fucked, giving him this advice. But it was true, and it was what he was going with. It was his gamble to make.]