[Rumlow's point was well made. His own crushed ribs had been repaired and there was no sign that he had ever sustained the injury in the first place, and it stood to reason that some scars could disappear or be hidden. She was obviously a demon of hell and not a limbo case as he was.]

She knew me, and I think I knew her.

[He looked down and hesitated before he dropped his hand into Rumlow's, twining their fingers together and giving his commander's digits an affectionate squeeze. He knew to be suspicious, but she had been... oddly open with him. It hadn't seemed like a ploy either.]

She seems to accept her position here as because of her deeds as the Soviet Black Widow. As far as caution goes, are you asking me to avoid her?