[Rumlow made no effort to keep his perch, and he stepped aside in case Rogers decided to throw a punch. Not like it would hurt. It might actually be amusing, but he remembered a long time ago being that size and being picked on. He was the vengeful type back then. Really, the comics he had read as a boy had nothing on this reality.

He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged his shoulders. He looked Steve over, like actually looked him over from head to toe, making his assessment. Rogers didn't need his help or his protection.]

I can't say that I know anything about what made you like that, but it is interesting to me all the same. You're paler than I imagined. It must be annoying to have difficulty breathing again.