"Twice as far as I can remember," he said with a shrug of his shoulders, since there was no point in hiding it. He had heard stories of people returning to cryostasis and not recalling anything that they had done. Something-something-Storm-something, but the two wakings he could recall hadn't been anything too special. They simply had been. "It may have been more, but I don't remember those."

Rumlow was very much aware of his world disappearing, had forced himself to endure the pain of the Storm more times that he probably should have. He hadn't garnered any real information from the experience aside from it hurt like hell being pulled apart.

He set his hand to then napkin full of bone and tucked them into one of the many pockets of his fatigues. "So what's your special power if you're not bland or normal, huh?"