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[He turned his head to look back over his shoulder in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the blackened skin that made up a portion of his shoulder blade. He could reach back and touch them, but they didn't feel like any healing wound that he had ever encountered. However, Hell was full of disgusting afflictions, but he ignored the healed flesh because there were no effects to his performance.

And he required no new enhancements. He was enhanced and skilled enough to mind his own health and that of his commander.]

They are currently nothing. [He twitched his shoulder with the contact.] Is there any sign what it may turn into? They still ache from time to time, but I ignore them.

Well, there's this. [Rumlow said, running his fingers over the denser feeling tissue below.] Might be bone.

[They could be anything really, given this place, but the image that came to mind most immediately was a pair of wings. They seemed to be pretty commonplace, though primarily, he noted, amongst angels. The Soldier was a Limbo case though, so maybe that was why they hadn't come through?

Rumlow could guess all he wanted, the chaos of this place didn't mean he'd be right.]

Can't say for sure, but the only guess that makes sense would be wings. Be kind of neat, if they work.

[He concentrated and was able to flex the muscles along his shoulders, and he knew that there was something different about those spots on his back. The musculature felt different, so perhaps this was the formation of wings, though it was slower than anything he had seen anyone else receive.

Was it a sign of corruption? Why did that idea make him uneasy? Would he someday lose any chance at Heaven? Steve had mentioned it was boring for one was used to activity. He did not like to be idle, but the idea that he was losing the opportunity to a fair trial unsettled him.]

If they never form, do you think I will receive a fair trial? I could keep myself to protective duties only... [Rumlow would understand, right? He teetered between Heaven and Hell, but surely his commander would want him to go where a fair trial sent him?]

I don't know what they've got to do with keeping you from a fair trial, Bucky.

[Since Rumlow wasn't psychic and couldn't read the Soldier's thoughts about corruption. Unless he was remarking on the whole 'evil' concept Rumlow had mentioned earlier, though he thought that was a bunch of bull. Evil was subjective and un-quantitative.]

Besides, I still need you for recruitment. Especially if you're trying to get Romanova on board.

Maybe they are a show of my corruption since I arrived here.

[He nodded his head though because he understood that he had a mission to complete. Recruitment was very much necessary in order to advance the goal, and he would do just that to the best of his ability.

He shifted so that he could disentangle himself from his commander's arms.]

I should go and start now. The sooner I have her routine down, I can find opportunity to approach her again.

What matters is the mission, Bucky. We all have to get our hands dirty sometimes.

[The look he gives him lingers, contemplative and quiet. He supposes there's no point in waiting. Not if the Soldier is going to be this adamant. He rubs at his stubble and tilts his head down, breaking their shared gaze. He snatches at his hand before he lets him get too far, brings it to his lips to kiss again.]

Don't fall into her trap, Bucky. I care about you too much to lose you to her.

I'm aware of that. The mission will always be paramount. And if it requires my corruption to achieve it, that is part of what I am.

[He stepped back to Rumlow and raised his eyebrow at the kiss, remembering distinctly when he had done quite similar to Natalia. Somehow the effect seemed rather different when it was him doing it rather than receiving it. He still shifted his fingers around Rumlow's in return.]

I will be on the look out for traps. I will report on my progress.

[He withdrew his hand, caressing Rumlow's face as he went and then moved to head out to search out Natalia to watch her from a distance.]

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