[He had no doubt that she could give as good as she received when push came to shove, and he expected that of her. He felt that if she could raise her gun to children, she had the ability to stand on her own two feet and take a bit of a needling now and again.] Hitting things puts the body in motion and lets the mind focus. You can think about whatever you want, release all the pent up emotions. Are you asking me to spar with you?
[Rumlow hadn't had much one-on-one practice since arriving here. He still worked out heavily, but that was more for a lack of things to invest himself in, and aside from the stint saving the hostages, his skills were generally going to waste. He was used to down time, but always he was at least planning an operation for either SHIELD or HYDRA, and there was always someone around SHIELD who wanted to spar. Here... not so much. He also had no problem fighting anyone enhanced; he accepted that with certain people he was likely to be trounced in the ring.
He also snorted at her assessment, looking out at the storm that raged beyond the cave. He had no doubt that it wouldn't last forever, but he hadn't exactly dressed for the weather as he normally would. He had a few supplies, but it was the warmth that was going to be difficult to maintain.] The threat of freezing to death is at least not as unpleasant as some of the others that I've been exposed to. Going out in the storm would be potential suicide right now.
[They have enough to keep them going a few hours and even then, it was going to be touch and go if they have to spend the night here. He wasn't worried, since there was always the option of entering the storm if push came to shove. It was better to be moving and keeping the blood in motion before complete freezing set in. He'd rather the air freeze in his lungs and cause him to drown in his own blood than waste away huddled in a cave.]
Even if there as baseball here, I think the teams would be terrible. It wouldn't even be worth watching. [Worse than even beer-league baseball in his opinion.] Dive bars can somehow exist anywhere. It's practically planet-wide tradition it seems.
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[Rumlow hadn't had much one-on-one practice since arriving here. He still worked out heavily, but that was more for a lack of things to invest himself in, and aside from the stint saving the hostages, his skills were generally going to waste. He was used to down time, but always he was at least planning an operation for either SHIELD or HYDRA, and there was always someone around SHIELD who wanted to spar. Here... not so much. He also had no problem fighting anyone enhanced; he accepted that with certain people he was likely to be trounced in the ring.
He also snorted at her assessment, looking out at the storm that raged beyond the cave. He had no doubt that it wouldn't last forever, but he hadn't exactly dressed for the weather as he normally would. He had a few supplies, but it was the warmth that was going to be difficult to maintain.] The threat of freezing to death is at least not as unpleasant as some of the others that I've been exposed to. Going out in the storm would be potential suicide right now.
[They have enough to keep them going a few hours and even then, it was going to be touch and go if they have to spend the night here. He wasn't worried, since there was always the option of entering the storm if push came to shove. It was better to be moving and keeping the blood in motion before complete freezing set in. He'd rather the air freeze in his lungs and cause him to drown in his own blood than waste away huddled in a cave.]
Even if there as baseball here, I think the teams would be terrible. It wouldn't even be worth watching. [Worse than even beer-league baseball in his opinion.] Dive bars can somehow exist anywhere. It's practically planet-wide tradition it seems.