[Bucky just plain liked knowing more about Rumlow, but it was hard in a household full of pets and teenagers to actually pin the older man down to relinquish some of those details. It wasn't like him to pry either, simply ask, hope for an answer and if it was not a comfortable subject, he let the matter drop immediately. Sometimes he managed to get the most information when they were just talking, chatting like what seemed like normal people did.

Generally they were people of action, letting their motions speak louder than any words that they spoke. Here in the noisy pub, it almost seemed as if they had a small corner of privacy, away from what he considered prying ears and eyes.

And sipping on his half-pint of beer, he could just nurse it through the night. It wasn't as if they had anywhere to be, and he wasn't lead to have any concerns about the goings on elsewhere either. Rumlow had his rapt attention, and that wasn't yet likely to change even if the pub became rowdy.]

One would think they would try to encourage your learning potential to steer you away from too much rough housing. Did you get in trouble a lot with your parents? I know you said they were kind of absent?

[The corner of his lips tugged at the idea of his commander as a rock star. He couldn't see it personally, but it was hard to consider all the angles as well.]

Do you regret what you've become?