Look at you talking back like a real grown-up. Guess some of my life lessons stuck.
[Rumlow was a soldier first, and he was good at what he did. He was a spy second, which meant he knew how to hide his secrets, cover his tracks and act as appropriate with the information that he had been given. The STRIKE teams that had been minding her hadn't been under his command yet; he was still moving up the ranks with plenty of talk about how impressive his skills would be once he had more experience under his belt. Hiding in plain sight and being underestimated was how he had grown up.
He also took no offense that she hadn't reached out to him after she had left. He would have turned a blind eye to any attempt, not willing to jeopardize whatever she had decided to do. His own climb to power prevented him from dedicated more time to discovering her, and to be fair, he had always thought she was kept in that cage for no good reason.
He snorted at the idea that she was a SHIELD agent, putting his items away to keep them safe while she built up the fire.] And what had SHIELD actually done for you, kiddo? You know STRIKE is part of SHIELD, right? So people with a rotating vigil on teaching you to be American also kept you prisoner like some kind of secret weapon. [But she had a keycard. Someone should throw her a party, not that he was bitter or anything. He knew SHIELD was being eaten from the inside anyway; she was just another sleeper HYDRA agent without the knowledge of it being true.
He rose and dusted his hands on his pants before he leaned against the wall of the cave as the rising heat of the fire warmed his legs.]
Not long. Almost two months, but it's a learning curb. Riots, kidnappings. Feels rather like where I came from.
no subject
[Rumlow was a soldier first, and he was good at what he did. He was a spy second, which meant he knew how to hide his secrets, cover his tracks and act as appropriate with the information that he had been given. The STRIKE teams that had been minding her hadn't been under his command yet; he was still moving up the ranks with plenty of talk about how impressive his skills would be once he had more experience under his belt. Hiding in plain sight and being underestimated was how he had grown up.
He also took no offense that she hadn't reached out to him after she had left. He would have turned a blind eye to any attempt, not willing to jeopardize whatever she had decided to do. His own climb to power prevented him from dedicated more time to discovering her, and to be fair, he had always thought she was kept in that cage for no good reason.
He snorted at the idea that she was a SHIELD agent, putting his items away to keep them safe while she built up the fire.] And what had SHIELD actually done for you, kiddo? You know STRIKE is part of SHIELD, right? So people with a rotating vigil on teaching you to be American also kept you prisoner like some kind of secret weapon. [But she had a keycard. Someone should throw her a party, not that he was bitter or anything. He knew SHIELD was being eaten from the inside anyway; she was just another sleeper HYDRA agent without the knowledge of it being true.
He rose and dusted his hands on his pants before he leaned against the wall of the cave as the rising heat of the fire warmed his legs.]
Not long. Almost two months, but it's a learning curb. Riots, kidnappings. Feels rather like where I came from.