Rumlow had only known the Soldier as calm, cold and deadly before so the animated soldier who was always checking their six was rather new to him. However, that didn't mean that he wasn't willing to poke the bear just to see what would happen, but he would do so slowly and subtly. The moment his presence as part of HYDRA was given away, he doubted anything of the like could be between them. He dared to think it would be a lot of what he received now from the other people of their world: cold shoulder and silences.
"I know that feeling," he replied gravely, keeping the handshake for a respectful amount of time before slipping his hand free. Strong grip meant a strong man, his old man would say. "Some of us had to live under the shadow of secrecy and the veil of the accomplishments of other men. Sometimes they can't even acknowledge you exist after a stint in the torture chair." He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, like he had come to understand that suffering was necessary for overall greatness.
He knew the truth of the Soldier. He'd read enough Captain America comics as a kid to see the likeness between HYDRA's greatest weapon and how the Bucky back then had been drawn. It was one of the reasons he had been allowed to be a handler to a lesser degree. Well, his other accomplishments and loyalty saved him from a quick bullet to the back of the head too, since the Winter Soldier was terribly hush-hush.
He dared to reach out to clap the Soldier on the shoulder. "It gets better, kid. Maybe someday you will get to close your eyes and know the peace of just seeing the back of your eyelids." He backed off though, specifically turning his back on the Soldier as a sign of trust as he walked back towards the panel where he had been working.
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"I know that feeling," he replied gravely, keeping the handshake for a respectful amount of time before slipping his hand free. Strong grip meant a strong man, his old man would say. "Some of us had to live under the shadow of secrecy and the veil of the accomplishments of other men. Sometimes they can't even acknowledge you exist after a stint in the torture chair." He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, like he had come to understand that suffering was necessary for overall greatness.
He knew the truth of the Soldier. He'd read enough Captain America comics as a kid to see the likeness between HYDRA's greatest weapon and how the Bucky back then had been drawn. It was one of the reasons he had been allowed to be a handler to a lesser degree. Well, his other accomplishments and loyalty saved him from a quick bullet to the back of the head too, since the Winter Soldier was terribly hush-hush.
He dared to reach out to clap the Soldier on the shoulder. "It gets better, kid. Maybe someday you will get to close your eyes and know the peace of just seeing the back of your eyelids." He backed off though, specifically turning his back on the Soldier as a sign of trust as he walked back towards the panel where he had been working.