This little foray into meeting each other again could very well end with him picking up a few new scars. He had recognized the possibility when he had made the choice to come here in the first place, but he knew the value of hiding as much as the Soldier would. People would talk if there was too much noise; people would gossip if something was amiss; people wanted something exciting in their lives no matter what they might say otherwise. Any assault on him where he could potentially make a big deal would be avoided. The only real aspect of this in the Soldier's favour was he didn't want to be seen or heard as much as Barnes didn't. They were on the same page, which increased the likelihood that they would play nice so long as one didn't overstep the bounds of the other.
His appearance had once been a thing of pride, one of the few aspects of himself that he kept meticulously groomed for a certain look. Even in aging, he had wanted a certain appearance and the fact that all of his aspiring grooming was now for nothing irked him enough that the Soldier's interest in his scars, while understandable, was still bothersome. He could never be forgotten now, never be lost in a crowd. The eye would always been drawn in all the wrong ways to his scars and that was why he hid his face so much now. He had lost the element of being just another face in the crowd; it meant more than ever that he had to be careful with who he revealed himself to. And yeah, it was annoying that even the best trained operative HYDRA ever had stared.
Rumlow knew that this was a lot of information to process, the offer, his appearance, the implications that he had found Winter at all. If he could, it meant others could, but that really wasn't as easily true. It had been a fluke, nothing more, and he was still a good enough agent to cover those tracks as well as his own. Still, showing up here unannounced would throw Winter for a loop and he only hoped to use that to earn a new potent ally in his little odd jobs. Plus, it would be nice to work with someone who was more effective than he was.
He shrugged his shoulders at the statement. "I knew I could gamble for it," he said simply. "I single-handedly sent the helicarriers up, and I did that to garner enough favour to get to you. I knew you'd survive; that's what you do." He shifted his hand slowly, scratching at his cheek. "HYDRA's enemies would be few and far between, the kind of men and women where a single bullet couldn't take them out. They would need you full time, so I figured I could convince Pierce you didn't need ice time but a steady hand on the wheel. If I could, you'd never see that godforsaken chair again either." That might have been a bit more of a stretch, but the plan back then had been a work in progress.
Now, it meant nothing. HYDRA had been revealed and fallen. Agents would flip on their superiors. All that mattered was that his intentions for Winter had been there.
He raised what remained of his eyebrow, which was scarred up flesh. It was an act he had been practicing for months. "I am," he said simply so as not to mince words. "I could force you, but why? You and I will get far more out of an agreeable association." And yeah, he was smart; he had a lot of this all planned out. He had no access or want to the technology that had kept Winter in check, so he wouldn't even consider the need for it.
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His appearance had once been a thing of pride, one of the few aspects of himself that he kept meticulously groomed for a certain look. Even in aging, he had wanted a certain appearance and the fact that all of his aspiring grooming was now for nothing irked him enough that the Soldier's interest in his scars, while understandable, was still bothersome. He could never be forgotten now, never be lost in a crowd. The eye would always been drawn in all the wrong ways to his scars and that was why he hid his face so much now. He had lost the element of being just another face in the crowd; it meant more than ever that he had to be careful with who he revealed himself to. And yeah, it was annoying that even the best trained operative HYDRA ever had stared.
Rumlow knew that this was a lot of information to process, the offer, his appearance, the implications that he had found Winter at all. If he could, it meant others could, but that really wasn't as easily true. It had been a fluke, nothing more, and he was still a good enough agent to cover those tracks as well as his own. Still, showing up here unannounced would throw Winter for a loop and he only hoped to use that to earn a new potent ally in his little odd jobs. Plus, it would be nice to work with someone who was more effective than he was.
He shrugged his shoulders at the statement. "I knew I could gamble for it," he said simply. "I single-handedly sent the helicarriers up, and I did that to garner enough favour to get to you. I knew you'd survive; that's what you do." He shifted his hand slowly, scratching at his cheek. "HYDRA's enemies would be few and far between, the kind of men and women where a single bullet couldn't take them out. They would need you full time, so I figured I could convince Pierce you didn't need ice time but a steady hand on the wheel. If I could, you'd never see that godforsaken chair again either." That might have been a bit more of a stretch, but the plan back then had been a work in progress.
Now, it meant nothing. HYDRA had been revealed and fallen. Agents would flip on their superiors. All that mattered was that his intentions for Winter had been there.
He raised what remained of his eyebrow, which was scarred up flesh. It was an act he had been practicing for months. "I am," he said simply so as not to mince words. "I could force you, but why? You and I will get far more out of an agreeable association." And yeah, he was smart; he had a lot of this all planned out. He had no access or want to the technology that had kept Winter in check, so he wouldn't even consider the need for it.