[Since moving out of Limbo, his dreams became bloody. There was blood on his hands, on his body, filling him up. It was everywhere, hot and sticky, a taint of blame that he couldn't comprehend even when he jarred awake in the new and more-or-less familiar room that was his own. His bare chest was a mess of drying and dried blood, spatters looking like he had been laying out in the rain.
The source was curled up next to him, a small child with blood-red hair and lips, coy little smile on her lips as she became aware of his state of wakefulness. He pushed his way out of the bed, escaping her needle-like nails as they moved to dig into his side and abandoned his room altogether.
There were closets. He had napped in them before. She always found him there. Even now as he padded silently down the hallway, she ghosted in his wake. He slipped into his commander's room, shutting the door behind him to survey the scene before deciding it was worth approaching what with Rumlow's bed being occupied by the man himself. He glanced back to the door to see the scurry of spiders passing under it, and he sighed through his nose.]
Rumlow. [He didn't reach out to shake his commander awake; that was a good way to get stabbed.] Sir.
[Any night spent alone was fitful, Rumlow's brain only ever able to descend into hypnagogia rather than real sleep, too wary of the monster that lived under his bed. It was like he was a little kid again with that thing, that creature, a mockery of the emblem he once proudly represented. Rumlow suspected it was his reward for harboring disloyal feelings to HYDRA, but it wouldn't change how he felt.
It had at least been an hour since last a red tentacle slid over the edge of the bed and attempted to wrap around Rumlow's leg, so he was torn between allowing himself to relax and grow even more alert, aware of the fact that it could come at any moment. When he heard the door open, it was a soft sigh of relief that escaped his lips. Company. That always caused the monster to retreat and he settled against his pillow, eyes still shut. It took his guest a moment before he approached -- Rumlow had already figured it was the Soldier, Chase usually just sort of slithered in and started touching.]
Hey. [Rumlow answered, lifting up his blankets in offering for the Soldier to climb on in.] Couldn't sleep?
[The room was too dark for him to make out that the dark stains on the Soldier's chest were blood, though he definitely noticed there was something there. His brows furrowed together, pushing himself up onto his elbow. He suspected it could be blood, just by narrowing down the list of feasible substances, but why? Had someone broken in?]
[Rumlow always welcomed him to bed, and he gratefully padded closer and slipped under the offered covers. He settled in, folding an arm under his head and burying all the unsettled sensations that set his teeth and made his nerves jumpy. This was a comfort. His commander could and would see that he was maintained properly.
He turned his head to look back towards the door but the little red-headed ballerina was keeping her distance, pouting because he had company now.]
Yes, I'm unharmed. [He kept the blankets down to his waist to not smear the blood that was still partially drying. It wasn't his anyway.] My dreams have been unsettled, and I always smell blood when I'm alone.
[It didn't do too much to assuage his worry, but Rumlow accepted it, reaching for the Soldier and pushing a hand through his hair. He settled back, looking at him, catching and holding his gaze for a few moments before his own tracked down to the blood that coated his chest. He couldn't see the little girl, only heard things from time to time, that Rumlow suspected were just spiders.]
Well you're with me now.
[Rumlow assured him, the hand in his hair wrapping around the back of his neck and gently tugging him close. He tucked the Soldier's head beneath his own, arms sneaking around him to hold him in an embrace, unmindful of the blood. It could be washed out. He had red sheets on his bed for a reason, after all.]
[He was by now used to the feel of Rumlow's fingers in his hair and he sighed in response to the familiar touch. He shifted closer, pressing himself into his commander's presence and body. His head felt full of cobwebs and the dreams still tugged at his mind with confusing jumbled images.
The house was somewhere that he found there had to be a respect for privacy. Sort of. He hid most often if he had the urge to check in on his roommates, but he was pleased by the lack of distance between where they all slept for the first time.]
I should stay in my room, but it was disconcerting and I was lonely.
[He tucked in closer, pressing his body in and burying his face into Rumlow's neck since it had been offered already. He breathed in the familiar scent and the rough stubble against his cheek. Things felt like they were falling back into a sense of order.]
[Tilting his head, Rumlow placed a kiss to the Soldier's temple. Curling his body around him, embrace protective as much as it was encompassing, he ignored the smell of blood in the air and focused on comforting the Soldier. He was warm in his arms, actually nice, given their house had some blessed A/C.]
Some of the time. I get good and bad.
[Rumlow's hand began to slide up and down the Soldier's back. He understood the discomfort of nightmares. As he said, he'd experienced a few since being here. Burning, trapped. Then there was the monster. He had a few nightmares about it too. He imagined the Soldier had plenty to work through in his sleep. Memories, probably, returning.]
[He shifted slightly, moving to start to edge his belly and chest to settle on the bed. He still held Rumlow close, wanting the familiar press of that body against his own. In some ways, he thought of returning to the peace and often oppressive quiet of Limbo, but he could never abandon his commander. This house might be nice, but there were... oddities about it that made him suspicious of it.]
I don't remember most of what I dream about, but sometimes... there is so much blood. It's like I'm drowning in it. When I wake, it feels like when my chest was caved in, but I'm whole... and then I always wake with blood on me.
[It wasn't that he hid the fact that if he stayed in one place too long he would find the little girl bleeding on him, but he didn't want anyone to be concerned about him so he cleaned well. As he always had.]
[It really wasn't surprising, hearing the Soldier describe his dreams like that. Being an assassin for so many years meant he'd shed a lot of blood. Intentionally, incidentally and even accidentally. Rumlow didn't have many like that himself, but he'd read somewhere dreams were a way of allowing your brain to process information and emotion. Rumlow rarely felt guilt for killing, so he assumed his brain was finished processing it the moment it was done. The Soldier, on the other hand.]
Mm, well, you've been killing for a long time. Freezing you after probably didn't let you dream, so maybe it's all coming back to you now. Can't say I know for sure, I'm no psychologist.
[He squeezed him tighter to him.]
If we even had milk, it never helped me any as a kid.
[He knew that he had been sent on kill missions for a long time. He couldn't remember any but the most recent. Steve had indicated that he had also killed many many years ago during a Great War, which put him at over seventy years of on-and-off again service. What Steve said felt true, which meant that he had had time to dream at times back in whatever trench he had rested in. As the Fist of HYDRA, he doubted he was awake enough to consider his actions. Was that why now there was so much blood? It was all coming back to him little-by-little in confusing and often jarring images and sensations.]
So I should simply accept it all as my brain processing information that should have been wiped from me. What happens if I become an ineffective weapon because of it?
[He lifted his head from where it rested under Rumlow's chin and peered at his commander.]
[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.]
[He might be Bucky, but he was still very much the Soldier and if he was ineffective in his duties, he wasn't certain what path he would take. He couldn't imagine not doing the few duties that he could scratch together. He might have had his own sense of independence, it was still a mission to him, a way for him to cope with the broad expanse that came with this new world of opportunity. Those opportunities often required memories, which he didn't have.
People didn't make friends with amnesics easily. There was nothing to relate to, which was what friendship was built on apparently. Maybe that's why he had always been alone even in a group of people and a team. They couldn't relate, so he was only a weapon.]
I've adapted, but... the mission feels different. Before, it was just a few actions I'm sure but the long game happened when I slept. Now when I sleep, it's nothing like the cold darkness. It's alive, and it hurts my head.
[He didn't like to admit that there might be something increasingly wrong with him. To report a malfunction was required, but often, he never was awake long enough to experience one. Now, it felt like one was inevitable.]
I can't imagine you scared of anything. You seem bomb-proof.
Yeah, I get that. Not being able to escape it all can sure weigh on you. But it's pretty normal. We learn to cope.
[It was easier to respond to those questions, really, even if they required much more thought and introspection. They didn't require to look in on himself, to revisit old thoughts and memories. Maybe the Soldier was onto something there, craving to forget.]
As far's being bomb-proof, you didn't know me when I was a kid. Kids get scared all the time. Go crying to their mommies and daddies, try to get their attention. Get ignored. It is what it is.
[That was all it was. There was no solution to the problem that he faced, and unless Rumlow decided to make use of a few car batteries in Hell, he was going to do just that: cope. In one way or another, it eased some of the tension to have it out in the open and not be reprimanded for all these strange sensations. Rumlow was very good about tolerating his moments of indiscretion.
Yet, he lifted his head from where it was still pressed under his commander's chin and peered in the dark at Rumlow's face.]
Why would your parents ignore you if you needed their assistance? That's a harsh way to force a child to be independent.
[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.]
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Date: 2016-07-10 03:11 pm (UTC)The source was curled up next to him, a small child with blood-red hair and lips, coy little smile on her lips as she became aware of his state of wakefulness. He pushed his way out of the bed, escaping her needle-like nails as they moved to dig into his side and abandoned his room altogether.
There were closets. He had napped in them before. She always found him there. Even now as he padded silently down the hallway, she ghosted in his wake. He slipped into his commander's room, shutting the door behind him to survey the scene before deciding it was worth approaching what with Rumlow's bed being occupied by the man himself. He glanced back to the door to see the scurry of spiders passing under it, and he sighed through his nose.]
Rumlow. [He didn't reach out to shake his commander awake; that was a good way to get stabbed.] Sir.
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Date: 2016-07-10 04:05 pm (UTC)It had at least been an hour since last a red tentacle slid over the edge of the bed and attempted to wrap around Rumlow's leg, so he was torn between allowing himself to relax and grow even more alert, aware of the fact that it could come at any moment. When he heard the door open, it was a soft sigh of relief that escaped his lips. Company. That always caused the monster to retreat and he settled against his pillow, eyes still shut. It took his guest a moment before he approached -- Rumlow had already figured it was the Soldier, Chase usually just sort of slithered in and started touching.]
Hey. [Rumlow answered, lifting up his blankets in offering for the Soldier to climb on in.] Couldn't sleep?
[The room was too dark for him to make out that the dark stains on the Soldier's chest were blood, though he definitely noticed there was something there. His brows furrowed together, pushing himself up onto his elbow. He suspected it could be blood, just by narrowing down the list of feasible substances, but why? Had someone broken in?]
Jesus, Bucky. Are you all right?
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Date: 2016-07-10 04:10 pm (UTC)He turned his head to look back towards the door but the little red-headed ballerina was keeping her distance, pouting because he had company now.]
Yes, I'm unharmed. [He kept the blankets down to his waist to not smear the blood that was still partially drying. It wasn't his anyway.] My dreams have been unsettled, and I always smell blood when I'm alone.
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Date: 2016-07-10 04:30 pm (UTC)Well you're with me now.
[Rumlow assured him, the hand in his hair wrapping around the back of his neck and gently tugging him close. He tucked the Soldier's head beneath his own, arms sneaking around him to hold him in an embrace, unmindful of the blood. It could be washed out. He had red sheets on his bed for a reason, after all.]
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Date: 2016-07-10 10:22 pm (UTC)The house was somewhere that he found there had to be a respect for privacy. Sort of. He hid most often if he had the urge to check in on his roommates, but he was pleased by the lack of distance between where they all slept for the first time.]
I should stay in my room, but it was disconcerting and I was lonely.
[He tucked in closer, pressing his body in and burying his face into Rumlow's neck since it had been offered already. He breathed in the familiar scent and the rough stubble against his cheek. Things felt like they were falling back into a sense of order.]
Do you remember what you dream?
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Date: 2016-07-10 11:21 pm (UTC)Some of the time. I get good and bad.
[Rumlow's hand began to slide up and down the Soldier's back. He understood the discomfort of nightmares. As he said, he'd experienced a few since being here. Burning, trapped. Then there was the monster. He had a few nightmares about it too. He imagined the Soldier had plenty to work through in his sleep. Memories, probably, returning.]
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Date: 2016-07-11 02:47 am (UTC)I don't remember most of what I dream about, but sometimes... there is so much blood. It's like I'm drowning in it. When I wake, it feels like when my chest was caved in, but I'm whole... and then I always wake with blood on me.
[It wasn't that he hid the fact that if he stayed in one place too long he would find the little girl bleeding on him, but he didn't want anyone to be concerned about him so he cleaned well. As he always had.]
Will a warm glass of milk before bed help?
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Date: 2016-07-11 09:17 am (UTC)Mm, well, you've been killing for a long time. Freezing you after probably didn't let you dream, so maybe it's all coming back to you now. Can't say I know for sure, I'm no psychologist.
[He squeezed him tighter to him.]
If we even had milk, it never helped me any as a kid.
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Date: 2016-07-11 02:55 pm (UTC)So I should simply accept it all as my brain processing information that should have been wiped from me. What happens if I become an ineffective weapon because of it?
[He lifted his head from where it rested under Rumlow's chin and peered at his commander.]
You had nightmares as a child? Of what?
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Date: 2016-07-11 11:05 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-07-11 11:16 pm (UTC)People didn't make friends with amnesics easily. There was nothing to relate to, which was what friendship was built on apparently. Maybe that's why he had always been alone even in a group of people and a team. They couldn't relate, so he was only a weapon.]
I've adapted, but... the mission feels different. Before, it was just a few actions I'm sure but the long game happened when I slept. Now when I sleep, it's nothing like the cold darkness. It's alive, and it hurts my head.
[He didn't like to admit that there might be something increasingly wrong with him. To report a malfunction was required, but often, he never was awake long enough to experience one. Now, it felt like one was inevitable.]
I can't imagine you scared of anything. You seem bomb-proof.
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Date: 2016-07-11 11:36 pm (UTC)[It was easier to respond to those questions, really, even if they required much more thought and introspection. They didn't require to look in on himself, to revisit old thoughts and memories. Maybe the Soldier was onto something there, craving to forget.]
As far's being bomb-proof, you didn't know me when I was a kid. Kids get scared all the time. Go crying to their mommies and daddies, try to get their attention. Get ignored. It is what it is.
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Date: 2016-07-11 11:45 pm (UTC)[That was all it was. There was no solution to the problem that he faced, and unless Rumlow decided to make use of a few car batteries in Hell, he was going to do just that: cope. In one way or another, it eased some of the tension to have it out in the open and not be reprimanded for all these strange sensations. Rumlow was very good about tolerating his moments of indiscretion.
Yet, he lifted his head from where it was still pressed under his commander's chin and peered in the dark at Rumlow's face.]
Why would your parents ignore you if you needed their assistance? That's a harsh way to force a child to be independent.
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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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