[Rumlow chuckled at her assessment, deep and content with her comparisons. It was easy and light to talk to her, the way that he didn't have to care about what she thought of him or his associations because she had already made it clear that it didn't bother her. She might have been the only person who wasn't actually part of HYDRA to think that way, but HYDRA and the Nazi's were a deeply taboo subject for everyone else. So heinous were their crimes that no one could see how evolution of HYDRA now included everyone. It wasn't about white superiority anymore.
And really? She was going to start to call him badger? He sighed and shook his head as he took her around the dance floor, not minding her near-immediate preference for thinking of and assigning him a Russian nickname. That was pretty common, a sign of respect and friendship in his mind, so he wouldn't say no to her attempts to come up with something that was suitable for him.
Her decision on the name to tease him with met with a smile and a small shake of his head. Not that he was obligated to and not like he particularly had in the past, but he considered what he would use to be a fitting name in reply to what she would likely end up calling him. Normally, his own personally protocol was to settle for last names as an easy formality. Ava was one of the few people he called by their first name. Nicknames were generally rough and made while in military life. He did not often dedicate much time or effort to naming people; in his mind, they had been given names by their parents for a reason.
He swung her around the floor, slowing their pace as the music began to ease into a quiet reflection of itself and then end. He too paused in their dance, bringing it to a soft end of steps.]
You shouldn't worry. I know a few people and that's good enough for me, even if I keep to myself if it comes down to a fight.
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And really? She was going to start to call him badger? He sighed and shook his head as he took her around the dance floor, not minding her near-immediate preference for thinking of and assigning him a Russian nickname. That was pretty common, a sign of respect and friendship in his mind, so he wouldn't say no to her attempts to come up with something that was suitable for him.
Her decision on the name to tease him with met with a smile and a small shake of his head. Not that he was obligated to and not like he particularly had in the past, but he considered what he would use to be a fitting name in reply to what she would likely end up calling him. Normally, his own personally protocol was to settle for last names as an easy formality. Ava was one of the few people he called by their first name. Nicknames were generally rough and made while in military life. He did not often dedicate much time or effort to naming people; in his mind, they had been given names by their parents for a reason.
He swung her around the floor, slowing their pace as the music began to ease into a quiet reflection of itself and then end. He too paused in their dance, bringing it to a soft end of steps.]
You shouldn't worry. I know a few people and that's good enough for me, even if I keep to myself if it comes down to a fight.