Rumlow liked to think that once he was out of this room full of his own old stink that he would be clear-headed again and working to salvage himself. He was used to people glancing at him a lot because of the way that he looked, especially with the sheer success that he was for the experimentation. No one would know that he was in fact close to forty-five than the twenty-five that he appeared to be.
Both Sam and Steve's reactions to him were not unexpected. Men who know what he looked like, the broad-shouldered muscular appearance with the carefully careless rugged appearance was completely different from the almost fresh-faced young man who stood before them. He had been told that his eyes gave him away, older, shrewd and cunning in a way that serum couldn't detract.
He rubbed his face with a hand to prevent himself from continually looking at Sam, and he had long ago stopped looking at his thread-bare uniform. There are holes in the back and the knees and elbows, something he was also long used to.
He was surprised when Sam gave up a jacket to him, and he made a show of taking it reluctantly. He draped it over his shoulders rather than putting it on completely, and that was that as Steve stepped in to cuff his wrists together. Ah, they'd gotten upgrades, had they? Too bad that, since he was used to dislocating his thumbs but these made it impossible.
Sam's scent rising from the jacket filled his head, and he went without a fuss through the hallways between the two men. His eyes flicked around to take stock of the man power and if he would be able to get a weapon easily. A few people stopped to stare at him, some might have even recognized him.
Ah, so this must have been what the Asset had felt like on the walk between cryostasis and maintenance, huh? He tucked his nose briefly into the jacket collar to breathe deeply before returning his attention to the long walk, and slowly his usual confident swagger began to bleed into his gait, his shoulders setting in that lax powerful set that had maintained, but it was all wrong with his current size and musculature.
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Both Sam and Steve's reactions to him were not unexpected. Men who know what he looked like, the broad-shouldered muscular appearance with the carefully careless rugged appearance was completely different from the almost fresh-faced young man who stood before them. He had been told that his eyes gave him away, older, shrewd and cunning in a way that serum couldn't detract.
He rubbed his face with a hand to prevent himself from continually looking at Sam, and he had long ago stopped looking at his thread-bare uniform. There are holes in the back and the knees and elbows, something he was also long used to.
He was surprised when Sam gave up a jacket to him, and he made a show of taking it reluctantly. He draped it over his shoulders rather than putting it on completely, and that was that as Steve stepped in to cuff his wrists together. Ah, they'd gotten upgrades, had they? Too bad that, since he was used to dislocating his thumbs but these made it impossible.
Sam's scent rising from the jacket filled his head, and he went without a fuss through the hallways between the two men. His eyes flicked around to take stock of the man power and if he would be able to get a weapon easily. A few people stopped to stare at him, some might have even recognized him.
Ah, so this must have been what the Asset had felt like on the walk between cryostasis and maintenance, huh? He tucked his nose briefly into the jacket collar to breathe deeply before returning his attention to the long walk, and slowly his usual confident swagger began to bleed into his gait, his shoulders setting in that lax powerful set that had maintained, but it was all wrong with his current size and musculature.