[Rumlow was bad for people, and it wasn't just because he had been told that when he was a kid either. He had learned that he was over the years, had seen first hand how associating with him was like dancing with a tornado: people either were pulled into his wake or he tossed them aside to be broken as he moved along for his goals. His team had been excellent, but it had taken quite some time to find a core group like STRIKE alpha.

And over and over since he had arrived here, his associations had made him to reviled member of people from their world. He was practically ostracized by now. Hell, the only reason Barnes was even in the same room with him was because the poor asshole had no idea who he was.]

Oh, you joining the priesthood and swearing off deep meaningful sexual relationships? 'Cause I'd hate to break your bubble and point out all the sexual predation in the religious life.

[He leaned back a little, how own hand marginally good because he needed to start slow, work his way up to the finer defeats. He still he could beat Barnes even with this hand, but it would be a close thing he figured. Or maybe not. Who knew.]

Just so you know, someday you're going to feel better about trusting someone to that level. Might take awhile, but you will. [He smirked.] Maybe you'll feel like you've gotten back from the war when that happens.