Was that your biggest problem when you were seventeen? [She couldn't help but laugh as he talked about random uncontrollable erections. Certainly not something she'd ever had to content with, but there was something amusing about the thought. The way it made her powers seem almost harmless, when they both knew that wasn't quite the case.]
They weren't there to kill us. I don't understand it, entirely, but it was about me and Natasha. Pushing us, she pulled me down, covered me when the shooting started. I guess I was sort of keyed to her genetics, but the link required that sort of physical contact. [She hasn't told anyone about this, but somehow, it's just easy to talk to him. She doesn't worry about him judging her, about the fact that he'll think she's a freak, or look at her like she's dangerous, a threat, a rabid dog that hasn't been put down.]
I'd had it before that, but it was small things. When I dreamed, I'd see through her eyes. Missions she was on, things like that. Apparently the idea was to compromise anything she knew about SHIELD, about Fury, maybe? I'd pick up on just about everything she knew, all the information she had, and Ivan and whoever he was working for I guess would have some way of processing it. [Rumlow can probably but that into better context than she could.]
[But then he brings up the bet and she laughs, smiles quietly.] Yeah, she had a lot of boltholes. Hotel rooms, too. But she did have the apartment SHIELD set up for her, and there was even a stray cat she'd feed sometimes.
[Then she looks up at him, quietly, her eyes softening a little as she meets his eyes.] Did you find him? [Rollins. In the stasis tubes. As harsh around the edges as Rumlow is, she can't believe that he didn't look.]
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They weren't there to kill us. I don't understand it, entirely, but it was about me and Natasha. Pushing us, she pulled me down, covered me when the shooting started. I guess I was sort of keyed to her genetics, but the link required that sort of physical contact. [She hasn't told anyone about this, but somehow, it's just easy to talk to him. She doesn't worry about him judging her, about the fact that he'll think she's a freak, or look at her like she's dangerous, a threat, a rabid dog that hasn't been put down.]
I'd had it before that, but it was small things. When I dreamed, I'd see through her eyes. Missions she was on, things like that. Apparently the idea was to compromise anything she knew about SHIELD, about Fury, maybe? I'd pick up on just about everything she knew, all the information she had, and Ivan and whoever he was working for I guess would have some way of processing it. [Rumlow can probably but that into better context than she could.]
[But then he brings up the bet and she laughs, smiles quietly.] Yeah, she had a lot of boltholes. Hotel rooms, too. But she did have the apartment SHIELD set up for her, and there was even a stray cat she'd feed sometimes.
[Then she looks up at him, quietly, her eyes softening a little as she meets his eyes.] Did you find him? [Rollins. In the stasis tubes. As harsh around the edges as Rumlow is, she can't believe that he didn't look.]