His gaze flicked to the handgun as it disappeared, and there was a brief flare of disappointment. If Wilson was here, then HYDRA was overrun or evacuated, and that put him in the position of being a prisoner in this sham of a bond and whatever else SHIELD could come up for him. That bullet was his ticket to freedom.
Except if he was given opportunity to thrive, assault and break out. He had his old digs back after all, the kind of body that men his age spent years wishing for again. The experience he had in a young body, back in his prime when he could make the most of the information and his skills.
"I'm sure you could fill the hole somehow," he drawled and ran a hand through his admittedly too long hair. He needed to get it cut badly.
Rumlow snorted softly at the line of questioning, and he had a feeling that it was going to be asked of him again and again. He crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at Wilson for a long time before he smirked. "Yeah, they did this to me, one more service to HYDRA. Shed the years like a second skin, painful... but worthwhile."
He began to walk forward, closing the distance between them despite his better judgement to keep a distance between them. He was not going to be triggered, he told himself. He wanted to make one thing very clear, though he slowed as the musky scent that was entirely Sam filled his nose when he got too close. Unlike their last battle when his sense of smell had been the shits, he now drank it in easily and snorted, as if surprised to have access to it again. "Suppressants... you don't give me that bullet, then I want suppressants."
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Except if he was given opportunity to thrive, assault and break out. He had his old digs back after all, the kind of body that men his age spent years wishing for again. The experience he had in a young body, back in his prime when he could make the most of the information and his skills.
"I'm sure you could fill the hole somehow," he drawled and ran a hand through his admittedly too long hair. He needed to get it cut badly.
Rumlow snorted softly at the line of questioning, and he had a feeling that it was going to be asked of him again and again. He crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at Wilson for a long time before he smirked. "Yeah, they did this to me, one more service to HYDRA. Shed the years like a second skin, painful... but worthwhile."
He began to walk forward, closing the distance between them despite his better judgement to keep a distance between them. He was not going to be triggered, he told himself. He wanted to make one thing very clear, though he slowed as the musky scent that was entirely Sam filled his nose when he got too close. Unlike their last battle when his sense of smell had been the shits, he now drank it in easily and snorted, as if surprised to have access to it again. "Suppressants... you don't give me that bullet, then I want suppressants."