[Lifting the Soldier's hand to his lips, Rumlow placed a gentle kiss there. He let himself linger, sighing slightly. Another thing to keep in the back of his mind. He hadn't expected Hell be a cakewalk, but the obstacles he kept running into weren't what he'd imagined.]

You're probably remembering her from your time in the Soviet branch. [Rumlow's thumb smoothed over the top of the Soldier's hand.] I wasn't there, so I don't know exactly how much interaction you had, only that it was wiped from you at some point.

[Which made it plain that he wasn't intended to remember. He let that reminder hang.]

I think it would be wise to avoid her. She has switched sides once before. It speaks a lot about her loyalty.