[These were complex questions to ask a guy who had just been in a bit of a fugue state. Rumlow's eyes widened slightly, blinking himself awake. He chewed his cheek, but then shook his head. He knew the true purpose of the Soldier's mind wipes. Even if he could do them here, Rumlow wouldn't. It required too many other facilities and it wasn't worth the upkeep. That and well. Selfish reasons.]

I can see why you'd be worried, but I'm not. This is a different stage with very different players. You've done a damn good job adapting so far.

[But Rumlow's smile faded when he thought of the Soldier's other question. It was not a time he smiled fondly on. Though he had grown used to the adage that order came from pain, it still made his stomach churn if he lingered on it.]

Ah, y'know. Shit that scared me. I was a kid.