[It was always tough not to let things like this this shift towards something sexual. The Soldier just had a way with getting Rumlow going. The way he responded to him, his pliant nature and almost coy requests for attention were maddeningly hot. Even just a simple thing like the way he pushed up against Rumlow's hands was appealing. Rumlow's fingers pressed against him in response, a gentle dig into the edge of the wounds.]

You're judging too quickly. Do you think there aren't others out there with experiences similar to yours? Take me for example. We were both taken in by HYDRA, both trained to be killers, both trained to be loyal. And here we are. In a relationship. Sure, no one you meet is going to have the exact same life as you, but there's always something. You're not wrong that experience is necessary, but negating what you have, even if it's not particularly social, isn't fair to yourself.

[Rumlow shifted his legs and tangled his feet around the Soldier's ankles.]

Give yourself some credit, Bucky. You've done well with what you have.