[Bucky had to laugh at Rumlow's eloquent reply, enjoying the crudeness of it. His hand twisted around the tail, stroking its softness with his fingers and watching his commander fondly. It sure was something else to see Rumlow being crude and recalling unpleasant details but still letting nothing deter the man from what he had wanted.]

How does HYDRA recruit young people? I mean, it can't just be a sign on the dotted line kind of thing, right? They have to have assurances that you're the right fit to a degree.

[He met Rumlow's look, lifting an eyebrow even as he stuck a chip in his mouth and chewed. Sometimes he wanted to ask what Rumlow knew of him, knew of how he had come to be like this. He was certain there were dossiers about it, a little introduction to what he was, how to handle him, and how to recall him on missions. There had to be something in there, but so far, he had been unable to bring himself to ask. Maybe he knew Rumlow would be truthful but reluctant. Maybe he wasn't comfortable with the answers.]

I know you don't. If you did, you wouldn't be in this relationship with me. I mean, there would be no point after all, since I was under your command regardless. You could have carried on and still been able to deploy me, but you didn't... you took a risk and came to like me as I am now.