[Any night spent alone was fitful, Rumlow's brain only ever able to descend into hypnagogia rather than real sleep, too wary of the monster that lived under his bed. It was like he was a little kid again with that thing, that creature, a mockery of the emblem he once proudly represented. Rumlow suspected it was his reward for harboring disloyal feelings to HYDRA, but it wouldn't change how he felt.
It had at least been an hour since last a red tentacle slid over the edge of the bed and attempted to wrap around Rumlow's leg, so he was torn between allowing himself to relax and grow even more alert, aware of the fact that it could come at any moment. When he heard the door open, it was a soft sigh of relief that escaped his lips. Company. That always caused the monster to retreat and he settled against his pillow, eyes still shut. It took his guest a moment before he approached -- Rumlow had already figured it was the Soldier, Chase usually just sort of slithered in and started touching.]
Hey. [Rumlow answered, lifting up his blankets in offering for the Soldier to climb on in.] Couldn't sleep?
[The room was too dark for him to make out that the dark stains on the Soldier's chest were blood, though he definitely noticed there was something there. His brows furrowed together, pushing himself up onto his elbow. He suspected it could be blood, just by narrowing down the list of feasible substances, but why? Had someone broken in?]
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It had at least been an hour since last a red tentacle slid over the edge of the bed and attempted to wrap around Rumlow's leg, so he was torn between allowing himself to relax and grow even more alert, aware of the fact that it could come at any moment. When he heard the door open, it was a soft sigh of relief that escaped his lips. Company. That always caused the monster to retreat and he settled against his pillow, eyes still shut. It took his guest a moment before he approached -- Rumlow had already figured it was the Soldier, Chase usually just sort of slithered in and started touching.]
Hey. [Rumlow answered, lifting up his blankets in offering for the Soldier to climb on in.] Couldn't sleep?
[The room was too dark for him to make out that the dark stains on the Soldier's chest were blood, though he definitely noticed there was something there. His brows furrowed together, pushing himself up onto his elbow. He suspected it could be blood, just by narrowing down the list of feasible substances, but why? Had someone broken in?]
Jesus, Bucky. Are you all right?