[That was about as sentimental as Rumlow got, probably even more so. But, this was the Soldier and he was a special case. He felt an obligation to offer this and weirdly, it wasn't just because of his plots of schemes.
He met the Soldier's eyes, as best he could in the dark, but he was glad it would obscure his own features. It wasn't like he couldn't school his expression into something flippant, it was just a topic he felt so close to all of a sudden. He couldn't distance it, even if he wanted to. He kept himself appearing neutral, at the very least, but he doubted his answer would stop the line of inquiry.]
But my parents? Their excuse? Because they were neglectful assholes, I don't know. Or at least my dad was. Knew jack shit about kids.
[It was clear that Rumlow would take the necessary time to assist him through whatever hiccups that he experienced if his strange sort of life in the unlife wasn't as smooth and clean as his life had been with HYDRA. There was some comfort in that, aware that Rumlow's door was almost always open for him.
He sensed that this was not entirely a proper topic for discussion, and he wouldn't press if Rumlow decided to simply change the subject to something else entirely. The fact that his commander answered was a bit surprising; personal matters were often not for discussion.]
Is that why you don't let yourself be close to many people?
[And there it was. Rumlow could have cut him off, but it felt like the wrong decision. He didn't want to close off topics, at least not ones that would damage their standing. If anything, sharing this might even attract the Soldier more, creating a relative kinship in their individual levels of brokenness. Still, Rumlow's gaze cast askance, leaning back against the bed and pulling the Soldier with him.]
Never really thought about it. Could be, I guess. Mostly I figure, job like mine, not much point in it.
[Not when you might have to kill your friend for showing signs of disloyalty.]
[His hands shifted along the mattress, under his chest so that he could push himself up completely from the brief overlap of their bodies. He felt the pull of Rumlow's grip, gentle and encouraging, but he set his knees to the bed and used his arms to rise completely until he shifted his left hand to the other side of his commander's body and then his left leg, straddling over and then laying himself down to cover Rumlow with his own body. He lined his legs up down along his commander's and tucked his hands in to hold onto Rumlow's ribs as he used his wider body to cover and hide his commander under him.]
If you hadn't been treated that way and grown up as you did, been through what you have been, you could have never become my handler. Sometimes it seems that pain is a good way to remind yourself that you still exist.
[It was his turn to tip his chin up, resting it on the top of Rumlow's head. Protective.]
[Rumlow had been tugged the Soldier closer, it was true. He just wasn't expecting him to cover him entirely and press him into the mattress. A soft wheezing sound escaped as the air was pushed from his lungs before he could get an arm in there and adjust. He guessed he understood the sentiment behind the action, but the Soldier wasn't exactly a lightweight. Not with all that metal in him.]
Anything's possible? [He managed to say, voice still a little strained. He reached an arm around to pat the Soldier's back and as the weight shifted a little, he found it easier to breathe. He sucked a breath in greedily.] But yeah, but it could just as well have been the reason for my demise.
[He said, voice slightly muffled by the Soldier's... everything.]
[The Soldier was well aware of how much he weighed; he knew that not assisting in carrying his own weight even laying down would be a struggle for most people. He was very dense in muscle, but the metal arm added considerable pounds to him as well. He felt the way that Rumlow's body sunk into the mattress and how his thighs settled on it because his handler sunk so deeply.
He shifted, not wanting to suffocate his commander, even if that was impossible anyway. He set his elbows and knees to the bed, softening his weight from being directly on Rumlow. He still had enough weight to create a wheeze to Rumlow's breath and a protective discomfort.]
Will you change that? You'll try to get close to some people to prevent that from happening again, yes?
[Having the tables turned on him was an interesting sensation. Rumlow wasn't entirely sure what to make of it, really. The Soldier had come to him to comfort and he had been ready to give it, and now he suspected the asset was trying to do the same. In his own, strange and simple way. The weight was, he guessed, supposed to be reassuring. At the very least, he'd definitely be taking the bullets if someone were to break in guns blazing. Felt weird.]
Already have, physically. If you're talking emotionally... [Rumlow trailed off, his fingers splaying across the Soldier's back, sweeping down. He felt the blood from earlier squishing against his chest. Even weirder sensation.] Guess I've already done that too.
[Since the list of people Rumlow's talked about his parents to was only 2 long.]
[It wasn't as if he had any practice comforting anyone, least of all in a physical way. He hadn't been designed for that purpose, but in the changing times, he knew that keeping his only handler from HYDRA content and settled meant that he needed extra effort. Besides, Rumlow was comfortable to lay upon, despite the half-dried blood he was smearing between them. It was also a hazard of their association and wouldn't be the first time they were both layered in blood.]
As long as you have someone or someones. [He certainly didn't think it was good for anyone to be lonely, least of all a man who had to associate heavily with a team in life or death operations.
He shifted under Rumlow's touch, tipping his chin so he could attempt to nestle his nose into the peacock flare of his commander's hair. It didn't work as he had hoped, but right now, there was an odd tingle at the implication that he had gone somewhere few had the privilege of going.] You should have picked someone with a greater range of emotions.
[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.]
[He rolled his back into the stroke of Rumlow's hands, taking comfort in the warm slide of palms on his bare back. It easily convinced him to stay exactly where he was, looming over his commander and willing to take any amount of punishment to keep his source of order safe and healthy (as healthy as being dead allowed). He settled a bit more of his weight down, enough to be comfortable and close to Rumlow without squishing his commander this time.]
You understand that isn't given much for either of us, yes? An mentally wiped and altered weapon versus an immature teenager. Do you miss your STRIKE team? They could provide where we lack.
[To a point, he knew. The rigors of HYDRA came with a brutality and an expectation of loyalty that seemed to keep men and women behind a certain line. Still, he figured that Rumlow had to have worked with a few of them for many years and built a relationship with. All he could offer with his presence and the usual battering of questions.]
[There was a vague roughness about his voice, as if this wasn't a thing he wanted to admit. It was more the ease of familiarity, the comfort of being amongst those he (mostly) trusted than many on an individual basis. The Soldier wasn't wrong though, they definitely could provide, but Rumlow really wasn't the wistful sort and therefore didn't really think about it very often. He worked with what he had and didn't bitch.]
Anyway, you're still a better candidate. There's a lack of judging in your demeanor. I can just say what I need to and your only questioning is for further information or understanding. That sorta thing I'm better with. People start poking at my logic and I get combative.
[Rumlow shifted slightly, one hand absently toying with the Soldier's hair now.]
Don't get me wrong, I still like the kid. And I trust him not to be a complete idiot, but he wasn't raised in this like you or me. It'll take him some time to get used to it and find his place.
[He decided that it was best not to press that subject anymore, as it was obvious that STRIKE would make Rumlow's life here far easier. There was a place between men with that many years of experience and HYDRA had built them into a loyal cohesive unit. He silently wondered if there was a way to contact them, to draw them into the fold and back under Rumlow's leadership.
For Rumlow, he would do it. Anything to give back to his commander.]
If you need someone's throat ripped out for upsetting you, all I required is a name. I will do the rest.
[He leaned into the contact, having never thought that Rumlow disliked Collins as the pair spent quite a bit of time together. Of course, he found himself slightly tripped up in that he couldn't recall how he was raised, but he assumed that Rumlow simply meant his time with HYDRA, which was very structured.]
[The smiles that stretched across Rumlow's face was equal parts adoring and on the verge of laughter. He was pretty sure the only reason he didn't was because even if the weight above him was not longer crushing, it was still heavy. He snorted instead, gently guiding the Soldier's face back so he could kiss him in thanks. It lingered for a moment, and Rumlow licked his lips afterwards, staring into his eyes, that smile still hovering about his lips.]
I appreciate it, Bucky. I know you've got my back. And I've got yours.
[He restrained the urge to kiss him again, knowing that would probably just end the conversation and turn into making out and touching and (hopefully) getting that blood off of them in some fashion or another.]
But Chase? He's below me. [Literally, most of the time.] And until he proves himself, that's where he's gonna stay.
[Even in the dark of the room, he could tell that Rumlow was smiling, and that pleased him greatly. There was something very rewarding about keeping his commander in a good mood, and the reward of a kiss was more than he ever received in HYDRA. The corner of his own lips tugged slightly, and he shifted most of his suspended weight to his knees so that he could slide his right hand down the length of Rumlow's arm.]
Yes, I know that both are true. We need each other.
[He nodded his head, not completely understanding the relationship between the two but accepting it as beneficial for them both. They at least enjoyed one another's company.]
[Rumlow hummed a tone in contentment. He liked hearing those words from the Soldier, didn't think he'd ever tire of them. The thought that someday the sentiment would prove useful ammunition against Rogers really warmed the cockles of his heart. He nudged his nose against the Soldier's, stealing one more chaste kiss. Rumlow tilted his head after, considering his question.]
That's up to him. I'm not real worried about it though.
[He shifted slightly, legs spreading to allow the Soldier to settle between them instead. Sure, it was a more vulnerable position for him, but he was absolutely sure the Soldier wouldn't take advantage. They were just cuddling. (How fucking weird was that?)]
Anyway, we don't need to talk about Chase. You came in here because you were upset. You wanna tell me anything more?
[He nodded from his spot, and it ended up rubbing his cheek against Rumlow's neck to do so. Another shiver at the scrape of stubble against his face before he was drawn up and found himself the recipient of another kiss that was simple and offered little heat to encourage more than that.
His weight shifted with Rumlow's change of position, and he drew his knees in so that they were between his commander's spread legs rather than outside of them. Slowly, carefully, he lowered his weight down to his thighs and propped up his upper half on his elbows. Their hips and groins were lined up but not settled tight together.]
He's interesting, and you like him. [It was easier to forget his dreams if he was concentrating on something else.] I don't know more... it's been happening more and more since I left the Limbo Hotel. I can't estimate if it is the change in sleep quarters, because I've been consistently awake so long or my associations. [He mostly meant Steve with that last one.]
[It was a weird sort of disappointment not to feel the immediate press of the Soldier's body on top of his when he shifted positions. The extra breathing room was nice, in its own way he guessed, but Rumlow kind of liked that feeling of being squished. Probably just because it was the Soldier.]
Both correct. [Rumlow said, tilting his head back and blowing a stray hair from his face.] Your associations... [Rumlow repeated, lowering his chin, brows furrowed to look at the Soldier again.]
[If he could have, he would have settled himself under Rumlow's secure weight, but he was protective even now of his own source of order. That was doubly true with his troubled dreams and continued encounters with the child-ballerina.
He rested his cheek on his commander's shoulder and nodded his head.]
Someone else. The more people I meet, the more I find old skills that I doubt were used in the service of HYDRA. And... there is my last mission target too....
[Right. Rogers. Rumlow let out a low rumble in response, arms encircling the Soldier's body and giving him a squeeze. It was intended to be reassuring but it felt more possessive than anything. Both were true, in any case. He stared up at the ceiling in the dark.]
Go on.
[He said, wanting to hear more before he could try and mitigate the situation. If the Soldier ever remembered that he hadn't gone to HYDRA willingly, things would go to shit, and fast.]
[He shifted subtly where he lay between Rumlow's legs, his hands dropping so that he could hold his commander's thighs. Safety. Security. Order.]
It... started with Edward. It was like I knew him even though I didn't. Then the target came and... he told me all these things about a life I can't remember. I don't tell anyone this... but when I am together with certain people, I get these headaches and sometimes... it feels like there is another person inside of me trying to get out.
[He went very very still, even his breath pausing for a few moments as he considered what he was telling Rumlow that he had told no one else.]
The dreams amplify this unsettled sensation inside of me. Am I malfunctioning or just... sounding insane?
[It was a damn difficult task not to tense up as the Soldier spoke. Rumlow had every right to be wary. He knew something like this was going to happen someday. It was inevitable, without the memory wipes. With that accelerated healing, the connections in his brain severed by the wiping device were mending. It wasn't surprising that some things were making the triggers come quicker. He only wished there was something he could do to stop it.]
Which people? [A breath.] And no. You're not malfunctioning. You're remembering. It's not something HYDRA wanted you to do, as you know, but as long as you know and understand who you're loyal to, I don't see a problem with your memories coming back.
[There. He said it. He can't take it back now. He just hoped it wouldn't turn around and bite him in the ass later.]
[A part of him, small and used to HYDRA protocol, waited for the reprimand and the thought that he would need some kind of alterations in order to continue to be useful. The larger aspect of him that had dealt with Rumlow solely for the last two months accepted that his handler would not take him to task over events that were beyond his control. For all that they had been through here, Rumlow had never physically taken him to task or created new means to keep control of him, though he was certain that Hell had all manner of ways to do so.]
Edward. Steve. Ash. Sometimes Chase. [He shuffled his shoulders and bunkered down on top of Rumlow again, though half of his weight was his hips and legs which were between Rumlow's. At least there was a reasonable explanation to why he was experiencing these states of disruption.]
I won't be as effective if I remember. Isn't that why HYDRA keeps me as a blank slate? Memories will take away my focus and allow for distraction?
[The first two names weren't surprising. The third, somewhat. He'd remembered the Soldier's outburst and vehemence over the android's sentence (or lack thereof). The last made him wonder if the kid reminded the Soldier of his youth. Perhaps less impetuous or murderous, though. Rumlow didn't know.]
That's partially true, yes, but I don't share the same convictions. They don't wipe my memories and I'm an effective agent, yeah?
[Rumlow's hands slid down to the small of the Soldier's back, fingers entwining together.]
The only thing that matters to me is your loyalty, like I said. If you know that, you understand your mission. Let that guide you as much as any order does.
[He was digging himself deeper, Rumlow knew. If the Soldier should ever shift that loyalty to another entity (namely Rogers), he would be fucked, giving him this advice. But it was true, and it was what he was going with. It was his gamble to make.]
[He nodded his head, the usual odd unknotting of his chest happening at the declaration. Rumlow wasn't going to find a way to stilt his memories from coming back, was accepting that they were going to be a part of him and his commander was confident that he would continue to be an effective contributor to the mission.]
I'm loyal. [That was an aspect of himself that seemed to span back for as long as he had been alive. He was fiercely loyal to whatever person, place or cause that he had taken up, and that would not stop.] If I get my memories back, do you suppose I'll be able to make friends?
I know you are. [Rumlow said, rubbing his face against the Soldier. Another reassurance. Let the Soldier feel acknowledged, accepted. The affection, Rumlow knew, wouldn't hurt either.] You've shown me nothing but.
[Rumlow shifted slightly then, hands rubbing back up the Soldier's body, palms splaying above his wounds.]
As far as making friends... [Rumlow's lips quirked and he chuckled.] You're making them now, aren't you? It can't hurt if you discover you have more common ground in getting your memories back, but you're no less able to cultivate relationships now. We have, after all.
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Date: 2016-07-11 11:56 pm (UTC)[That was about as sentimental as Rumlow got, probably even more so. But, this was the Soldier and he was a special case. He felt an obligation to offer this and weirdly, it wasn't just because of his plots of schemes.
He met the Soldier's eyes, as best he could in the dark, but he was glad it would obscure his own features. It wasn't like he couldn't school his expression into something flippant, it was just a topic he felt so close to all of a sudden. He couldn't distance it, even if he wanted to. He kept himself appearing neutral, at the very least, but he doubted his answer would stop the line of inquiry.]
But my parents? Their excuse? Because they were neglectful assholes, I don't know. Or at least my dad was. Knew jack shit about kids.
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:04 am (UTC)He sensed that this was not entirely a proper topic for discussion, and he wouldn't press if Rumlow decided to simply change the subject to something else entirely. The fact that his commander answered was a bit surprising; personal matters were often not for discussion.]
Is that why you don't let yourself be close to many people?
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:11 am (UTC)Never really thought about it. Could be, I guess. Mostly I figure, job like mine, not much point in it.
[Not when you might have to kill your friend for showing signs of disloyalty.]
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:21 am (UTC)If you hadn't been treated that way and grown up as you did, been through what you have been, you could have never become my handler. Sometimes it seems that pain is a good way to remind yourself that you still exist.
[It was his turn to tip his chin up, resting it on the top of Rumlow's head. Protective.]
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:33 am (UTC)Anything's possible? [He managed to say, voice still a little strained. He reached an arm around to pat the Soldier's back and as the weight shifted a little, he found it easier to breathe. He sucked a breath in greedily.] But yeah, but it could just as well have been the reason for my demise.
[He said, voice slightly muffled by the Soldier's... everything.]
I don't dwell on regrets.
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Date: 2016-07-12 12:43 am (UTC)He shifted, not wanting to suffocate his commander, even if that was impossible anyway. He set his elbows and knees to the bed, softening his weight from being directly on Rumlow. He still had enough weight to create a wheeze to Rumlow's breath and a protective discomfort.]
Will you change that? You'll try to get close to some people to prevent that from happening again, yes?
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Date: 2016-07-12 09:15 am (UTC)Already have, physically. If you're talking emotionally... [Rumlow trailed off, his fingers splaying across the Soldier's back, sweeping down. He felt the blood from earlier squishing against his chest. Even weirder sensation.] Guess I've already done that too.
[Since the list of people Rumlow's talked about his parents to was only 2 long.]
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Date: 2016-07-12 01:09 pm (UTC)As long as you have someone or someones. [He certainly didn't think it was good for anyone to be lonely, least of all a man who had to associate heavily with a team in life or death operations.
He shifted under Rumlow's touch, tipping his chin so he could attempt to nestle his nose into the peacock flare of his commander's hair. It didn't work as he had hoped, but right now, there was an odd tingle at the implication that he had gone somewhere few had the privilege of going.] You should have picked someone with a greater range of emotions.
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Date: 2016-07-12 11:36 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2016-07-13 02:22 am (UTC)You understand that isn't given much for either of us, yes? An mentally wiped and altered weapon versus an immature teenager. Do you miss your STRIKE team? They could provide where we lack.
[To a point, he knew. The rigors of HYDRA came with a brutality and an expectation of loyalty that seemed to keep men and women behind a certain line. Still, he figured that Rumlow had to have worked with a few of them for many years and built a relationship with. All he could offer with his presence and the usual battering of questions.]
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Date: 2016-07-13 09:28 am (UTC)[There was a vague roughness about his voice, as if this wasn't a thing he wanted to admit. It was more the ease of familiarity, the comfort of being amongst those he (mostly) trusted than many on an individual basis. The Soldier wasn't wrong though, they definitely could provide, but Rumlow really wasn't the wistful sort and therefore didn't really think about it very often. He worked with what he had and didn't bitch.]
Anyway, you're still a better candidate. There's a lack of judging in your demeanor. I can just say what I need to and your only questioning is for further information or understanding. That sorta thing I'm better with. People start poking at my logic and I get combative.
[Rumlow shifted slightly, one hand absently toying with the Soldier's hair now.]
Don't get me wrong, I still like the kid. And I trust him not to be a complete idiot, but he wasn't raised in this like you or me. It'll take him some time to get used to it and find his place.
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Date: 2016-07-14 02:25 am (UTC)For Rumlow, he would do it. Anything to give back to his commander.]
If you need someone's throat ripped out for upsetting you, all I required is a name. I will do the rest.
[He leaned into the contact, having never thought that Rumlow disliked Collins as the pair spent quite a bit of time together. Of course, he found himself slightly tripped up in that he couldn't recall how he was raised, but he assumed that Rumlow simply meant his time with HYDRA, which was very structured.]
What place do you want him in?
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Date: 2016-07-15 03:42 pm (UTC)I appreciate it, Bucky. I know you've got my back. And I've got yours.
[He restrained the urge to kiss him again, knowing that would probably just end the conversation and turn into making out and touching and (hopefully) getting that blood off of them in some fashion or another.]
But Chase? He's below me. [Literally, most of the time.] And until he proves himself, that's where he's gonna stay.
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Date: 2016-07-16 01:59 am (UTC)Yes, I know that both are true. We need each other.
[He nodded his head, not completely understanding the relationship between the two but accepting it as beneficial for them both. They at least enjoyed one another's company.]
And how will he prove himself?
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Date: 2016-07-16 04:52 am (UTC)That's up to him. I'm not real worried about it though.
[He shifted slightly, legs spreading to allow the Soldier to settle between them instead. Sure, it was a more vulnerable position for him, but he was absolutely sure the Soldier wouldn't take advantage. They were just cuddling. (How fucking weird was that?)]
Anyway, we don't need to talk about Chase. You came in here because you were upset. You wanna tell me anything more?
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Date: 2016-07-16 01:15 pm (UTC)His weight shifted with Rumlow's change of position, and he drew his knees in so that they were between his commander's spread legs rather than outside of them. Slowly, carefully, he lowered his weight down to his thighs and propped up his upper half on his elbows. Their hips and groins were lined up but not settled tight together.]
He's interesting, and you like him. [It was easier to forget his dreams if he was concentrating on something else.] I don't know more... it's been happening more and more since I left the Limbo Hotel. I can't estimate if it is the change in sleep quarters, because I've been consistently awake so long or my associations. [He mostly meant Steve with that last one.]
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Date: 2016-07-17 04:25 am (UTC)Both correct. [Rumlow said, tilting his head back and blowing a stray hair from his face.] Your associations... [Rumlow repeated, lowering his chin, brows furrowed to look at the Soldier again.]
With me or you thinking someone else?
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Date: 2016-07-18 04:49 am (UTC)He rested his cheek on his commander's shoulder and nodded his head.]
Someone else. The more people I meet, the more I find old skills that I doubt were used in the service of HYDRA. And... there is my last mission target too....
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Date: 2016-07-18 09:20 am (UTC)Go on.
[He said, wanting to hear more before he could try and mitigate the situation. If the Soldier ever remembered that he hadn't gone to HYDRA willingly, things would go to shit, and fast.]
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Date: 2016-07-18 01:29 pm (UTC)It... started with Edward. It was like I knew him even though I didn't. Then the target came and... he told me all these things about a life I can't remember. I don't tell anyone this... but when I am together with certain people, I get these headaches and sometimes... it feels like there is another person inside of me trying to get out.
[He went very very still, even his breath pausing for a few moments as he considered what he was telling Rumlow that he had told no one else.]
The dreams amplify this unsettled sensation inside of me. Am I malfunctioning or just... sounding insane?
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Date: 2016-07-18 11:25 pm (UTC)Which people? [A breath.] And no. You're not malfunctioning. You're remembering. It's not something HYDRA wanted you to do, as you know, but as long as you know and understand who you're loyal to, I don't see a problem with your memories coming back.
[There. He said it. He can't take it back now. He just hoped it wouldn't turn around and bite him in the ass later.]
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Date: 2016-07-18 11:56 pm (UTC)Edward. Steve. Ash. Sometimes Chase. [He shuffled his shoulders and bunkered down on top of Rumlow again, though half of his weight was his hips and legs which were between Rumlow's. At least there was a reasonable explanation to why he was experiencing these states of disruption.]
I won't be as effective if I remember. Isn't that why HYDRA keeps me as a blank slate? Memories will take away my focus and allow for distraction?
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Date: 2016-07-19 09:41 am (UTC)That's partially true, yes, but I don't share the same convictions. They don't wipe my memories and I'm an effective agent, yeah?
[Rumlow's hands slid down to the small of the Soldier's back, fingers entwining together.]
The only thing that matters to me is your loyalty, like I said. If you know that, you understand your mission. Let that guide you as much as any order does.
[He was digging himself deeper, Rumlow knew. If the Soldier should ever shift that loyalty to another entity (namely Rogers), he would be fucked, giving him this advice. But it was true, and it was what he was going with. It was his gamble to make.]
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Date: 2016-07-19 02:07 pm (UTC)I'm loyal. [That was an aspect of himself that seemed to span back for as long as he had been alive. He was fiercely loyal to whatever person, place or cause that he had taken up, and that would not stop.] If I get my memories back, do you suppose I'll be able to make friends?
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Date: 2016-07-20 01:01 pm (UTC)[Rumlow shifted slightly then, hands rubbing back up the Soldier's body, palms splaying above his wounds.]
As far as making friends... [Rumlow's lips quirked and he chuckled.] You're making them now, aren't you? It can't hurt if you discover you have more common ground in getting your memories back, but you're no less able to cultivate relationships now. We have, after all.
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