[Rumlow hadn't planned on swaggering his way to the non-hobo tent city to visit the noobs from the sky. He wasn't particularly interested in them at all, since what could any of them actually bring him? He was ignoring the fact that HYDRA was gone, that he was alone, and that he had better get used to it so help him god.
Maybe he dragged himself there in hopes that Rollins would show up. Maybe he was thinking Pierce was too much of an old bastard to stay away. Or perhaps the Asset would step out and make things exciting for him.
Instead, he found himself wandering through tent city seeing absolutely no one at first. There were some interesting looking people, but he was intent to wander out of the place almost as soon as he made a single round of it, avoiding the likes of those he had encounters with previously since arriving. That was when he caught sight of red hair leaving camp, and that wasn't unusual. The side-profile was familiar enough that he didn't even bother to stalk her, thinking it was impossible anyway. He had been a much younger man and she had been so much smaller.
He headed out not long after her, skirting any path that might land them together so he could instead go for higher ground. Of course, once he found the rocky rises that would be suitable, the sky opened up in a blizzard, and he was left finding the the biggest cave that could admit him to take refuge. He wasn't worried; if it was her, the Widows practically thrived in the snow.
He leaned on the edge of the cave, looking into the snow, and it was only her red hair that gave her away as she seemed to naturally melt from the snow and wind as if it were her element. Nothing like the stupid cement box they kept her in way back when. He stepped out as she approached the entrance, crossing his arms over his chest. Seeing her, he knew her.]
Look who grew up. Seems like you've outgrown those training bras Johnson bought you.
ii. Extreme meet-ups
Maybe he dragged himself there in hopes that Rollins would show up. Maybe he was thinking Pierce was too much of an old bastard to stay away. Or perhaps the Asset would step out and make things exciting for him.
Instead, he found himself wandering through tent city seeing absolutely no one at first. There were some interesting looking people, but he was intent to wander out of the place almost as soon as he made a single round of it, avoiding the likes of those he had encounters with previously since arriving. That was when he caught sight of red hair leaving camp, and that wasn't unusual. The side-profile was familiar enough that he didn't even bother to stalk her, thinking it was impossible anyway. He had been a much younger man and she had been so much smaller.
He headed out not long after her, skirting any path that might land them together so he could instead go for higher ground. Of course, once he found the rocky rises that would be suitable, the sky opened up in a blizzard, and he was left finding the the biggest cave that could admit him to take refuge. He wasn't worried; if it was her, the Widows practically thrived in the snow.
He leaned on the edge of the cave, looking into the snow, and it was only her red hair that gave her away as she seemed to naturally melt from the snow and wind as if it were her element. Nothing like the stupid cement box they kept her in way back when. He stepped out as she approached the entrance, crossing his arms over his chest. Seeing her, he knew her.]
Look who grew up. Seems like you've outgrown those training bras Johnson bought you.