[HYDRA had been more than an escape from a shitty life situation. It might have been the most screwed up military-like family to exit but it was still better than where most of them had come from. HYDRA also evolved with their needs, pulling them in with opportunity and then offering them more than that. For those that excelled, they were given motivation to continue to, but for the ordinary, it was a place to be part of. The strong might thrive more, but loyalty was above and beyond the most binding trait of being part of the organization.
People that grew up as they did needed to be cared about, and they had to be given an opportunity to care in some twisted capacity. Order through pain. There was no order without sacrifice in some way.
And when the scene shifted, Rumlow knew it wasn't his immediately. The voice, the scene, the girls were all wrong, which meant that they had made a transition into one of Ava's memories. She was younger and fiercer than he remembered her, practically willing to attack anything, and yet, he too saw her capacity to care that young, especially when the other girl was involved. Someone with as much combat experience as he had saw her move, and it would take her much longer to master a skill of feigning a combat slip.
His arm reached out to slip around her lithe waist, offering the little comfort that he could given the situation. The murder was expected, and it was clear that the man in the uniform was looking to push Ava. That he offered her a reason and a means to kill him was just the beginning no doubt.]
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People that grew up as they did needed to be cared about, and they had to be given an opportunity to care in some twisted capacity. Order through pain. There was no order without sacrifice in some way.
And when the scene shifted, Rumlow knew it wasn't his immediately. The voice, the scene, the girls were all wrong, which meant that they had made a transition into one of Ava's memories. She was younger and fiercer than he remembered her, practically willing to attack anything, and yet, he too saw her capacity to care that young, especially when the other girl was involved. Someone with as much combat experience as he had saw her move, and it would take her much longer to master a skill of feigning a combat slip.
His arm reached out to slip around her lithe waist, offering the little comfort that he could given the situation. The murder was expected, and it was clear that the man in the uniform was looking to push Ava. That he offered her a reason and a means to kill him was just the beginning no doubt.]
Is this the Red Room?