There was something in the bond, a sort of stillness from Wilson that he couldn't pinpoint as something in specific. He often spent as much time as he could ignoring it that it was completely second nature to him now, though the weight of it was much harder to bear than it ever had been when he was a younger man. Back then, it had been about survival and keep his proverbial tail tucked between his legs so no one even thought of sniffing after him like he was easy prey to take for a ride.
HYDRA had been his salvation, the one place to offer him the only things that he wanted: purpose and physical ability to deny what he was. He had given everything that he could to HYDRA because it had given him what he needed, and his commitment was for life without a hint of wayward thought on the matter. He served well and easily. No one bothered him because of his status but bothered him when he wasn't measuring up. Otherwise, he earned his place and his lumps like everyone else.
The bond tugged at him, foreign but familiar now. The distance between himself and Wilson was closing, and he tried vainly to squish the pleasure of knowing that his bond was close and getting closer. Why would anyone else want to visit him aside from to plumb for information on what he knew?
Something was off in that bond though, and it was curious enough that he turned his head to view the glass that separated his little cell with the halls and rooms. It was a nicer prison but still one, and he had no doubt that he would be kept here for as long as it took to tease the details of his existence and current appearance out of him. Maybe Wilson was coming to say good-bye, off on another mission somewhere and leaving him behind to endure. It was what he was good at.
His dark eyes took in his bond when Wilson appeared at the window, and he stood from the bed, grabbing the IV pole to pull it with him over to the window. As he came closer, he stopped a few steps away and knew that the truth was out, that Wilson knew what he was and how they happened to be a real match rather than a really natural oddity. Alphas didn't bond with alphas; alphas bonded omegas and sometimes betas.
Rumlow sighed heavily, meeting Sam's gaze despite the fact he probably shouldn't. He approached the rest of the way and leaned his arm against the window, letting his temple settle on the glass near Wilson's arm.
"I've been on suppressants since I was nineteen. I've wanted them since I was seventeen," he said simply. "HYDRA asked only for my loyalty if I got what I wanted; we both won, so it came to be." He knew that anything he said could be used against him, but that part should be obvious by now, if Sam knew that he had been born into his world as he was.
"The only one to hate my status more than myself was... my old man," he said very softly. "Always wanted a son, he said, then I turned twelve and... well, whatever." He shrugged his shoulders like it was all water under the bridge for him, something long ago accepted as just another aspect of his past which he so often didn't look back on. "My suppressants are all experimental. Before Insight washed out, I was basically killing myself with that shit, but I didn't care. To everyone, I could be alpha so long as it didn't kill my liver and they got to know how that shit worked in real life situations."
He huffed and cast a glance at Wilson. "Then I was transferred to the Hive where the serum they created worked best on omegas. Anything else you want to know?"
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HYDRA had been his salvation, the one place to offer him the only things that he wanted: purpose and physical ability to deny what he was. He had given everything that he could to HYDRA because it had given him what he needed, and his commitment was for life without a hint of wayward thought on the matter. He served well and easily. No one bothered him because of his status but bothered him when he wasn't measuring up. Otherwise, he earned his place and his lumps like everyone else.
The bond tugged at him, foreign but familiar now. The distance between himself and Wilson was closing, and he tried vainly to squish the pleasure of knowing that his bond was close and getting closer. Why would anyone else want to visit him aside from to plumb for information on what he knew?
Something was off in that bond though, and it was curious enough that he turned his head to view the glass that separated his little cell with the halls and rooms. It was a nicer prison but still one, and he had no doubt that he would be kept here for as long as it took to tease the details of his existence and current appearance out of him. Maybe Wilson was coming to say good-bye, off on another mission somewhere and leaving him behind to endure. It was what he was good at.
His dark eyes took in his bond when Wilson appeared at the window, and he stood from the bed, grabbing the IV pole to pull it with him over to the window. As he came closer, he stopped a few steps away and knew that the truth was out, that Wilson knew what he was and how they happened to be a real match rather than a really natural oddity. Alphas didn't bond with alphas; alphas bonded omegas and sometimes betas.
Rumlow sighed heavily, meeting Sam's gaze despite the fact he probably shouldn't. He approached the rest of the way and leaned his arm against the window, letting his temple settle on the glass near Wilson's arm.
"I've been on suppressants since I was nineteen. I've wanted them since I was seventeen," he said simply. "HYDRA asked only for my loyalty if I got what I wanted; we both won, so it came to be." He knew that anything he said could be used against him, but that part should be obvious by now, if Sam knew that he had been born into his world as he was.
"The only one to hate my status more than myself was... my old man," he said very softly. "Always wanted a son, he said, then I turned twelve and... well, whatever." He shrugged his shoulders like it was all water under the bridge for him, something long ago accepted as just another aspect of his past which he so often didn't look back on. "My suppressants are all experimental. Before Insight washed out, I was basically killing myself with that shit, but I didn't care. To everyone, I could be alpha so long as it didn't kill my liver and they got to know how that shit worked in real life situations."
He huffed and cast a glance at Wilson. "Then I was transferred to the Hive where the serum they created worked best on omegas. Anything else you want to know?"