Men were unimaginative. Rumlow skulked silently through the barracks and slipped outside because there was no sounds even as he passed the bathroom. They had to have taken it outside. Most men wouldn't bother to salvage a weak link from torment; it was the way of the military. The strong served and the weak stayed home, but this wasn't about that. His mission was to get close to Steve Rogers.

He slipped outside, easing around the building until he could hear the sounds of flesh impacting flesh. He took a moment to relish simple brutality, and then he stepped around and grabbed the first man, Hodge he thought, and drove a swift punch into the man's left kidney.

"Stop it, you jerks," he hissed into the night. "You're out passed curfew." He seized another man by the throat and batted aside the attempt at a punch, and then he head butted the third. It wasn't hard to chase them off after that and then he was left alone with Steve. Finally, he held out a hand. "You alright, kid? I liked your duck and cover technique."