[He hadn't climbed through the halls of the Triskelion armed with only a knife murdering anyone who wasn't HYDRA for nothing. He was all about the target objective, and he would pursue it relentlessly. Rumlow was all about the long-game, a reminder of his purpose. That didn't allow him to deny the guy in front of him was dangerous though. No one just sat around watching another man nearly kill himself without having seen enough shit in their lives.
He nodded, wiping at his bleeding lip again, accepting that booze wasn't the answer. Good, he liked a clear head anyway.]
Fine, one question. Was that yours? [And this one his?]
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He nodded, wiping at his bleeding lip again, accepting that booze wasn't the answer. Good, he liked a clear head anyway.]
Fine, one question. Was that yours? [And this one his?]