[Rumlow wasn't real sure what he was feeling, but knew it was probably supposed to be somewhere along the lines of happy. The Soldier was offering his own brand of comfort, though it was hardly textbook, it was still sort of reassuring. It was very them too, the way it was stunted and literally tainted with blood. He kept rubbing at his back, letting out a heavy sigh.]

I appreciate the concern, Bucky. [He said, nose nudging against the hollow of his throat.] But we pick who we've got. And between you and me, you're a safer bet than the kid.

[In far more ways than Rumlow had any interest in explaining. The easiest was simply Chase's emotional maturity (or lack thereof), but secondly, he didn't understand HYDRA the way the Soldier did. It made a huge different to Rumlow, knowing he could trust him to understand the way things worked, at least in that regard.]