"You seem to have the rugged look going for you now... or is it hipster? I can never keep up with all the terms of the millenials anymore." He shook his head, even if he was mostly baiting the Soldier to see if he could wedge the guy into admitting to not being part of that age group. He doubted it would happen, but only he had to know that.
Rumlow had heard stories of the Winter Soldier in the field. It was like a warzone all its own, and he was certain he had seen the guy walk off a bullet or two to continue on the with mission in question. It wasn't the physical damage that seemed to waylay the Soldier; it was the unraveling of the mental and emotional side of things. One of the reasons that not everyone had the right disposition to serve in HYDRA.
"But you survived, and that's something to be said," he remarked. "Also, I know as much as anyone that some injuries aren't even visible. Damn shame." He shook his head and returned to his work. He'd had a buddy or two eat a bullet when trying to integrate again and the ghosts of combat haunted them.
Of course, he had to laugh at that question. "They crushed my rebellion in four months and then redirected the free-spirited nature into something productive for the platoon. I made a good soldier, a better sniper, and I took my lumps to get there. Like an old house, some men just need to be taken down to the studs before something usable can be built up."
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Rumlow had heard stories of the Winter Soldier in the field. It was like a warzone all its own, and he was certain he had seen the guy walk off a bullet or two to continue on the with mission in question. It wasn't the physical damage that seemed to waylay the Soldier; it was the unraveling of the mental and emotional side of things. One of the reasons that not everyone had the right disposition to serve in HYDRA.
"But you survived, and that's something to be said," he remarked. "Also, I know as much as anyone that some injuries aren't even visible. Damn shame." He shook his head and returned to his work. He'd had a buddy or two eat a bullet when trying to integrate again and the ghosts of combat haunted them.
Of course, he had to laugh at that question. "They crushed my rebellion in four months and then redirected the free-spirited nature into something productive for the platoon. I made a good soldier, a better sniper, and I took my lumps to get there. Like an old house, some men just need to be taken down to the studs before something usable can be built up."