Yeah, footage was everywhere. It was something no one had ever seen before.
[It had been the first time he had looked upon Captain America and realized what they were up against, what it would take if he ever encountered the man who had once been a childhood hero. He needed an A game, and he had done it, had duped so many people because when it came to super heroes, the underdogs were so easily ignored up until the time when sweep change came about. It was too bad it all came down as it did. It wasn't that he should have been stronger; it was just fact that they had been overcome.
And in the end, Rumlow watched Barnes across the table and knew that someday in their not so distant future that the Soldier would look back upon all of their conversations and see all the Easter Eggs he had dropped. They would snap into context of how much he knew, and that look of betrayal might actually be the highlight before he died. God he hoped it was by knife and not gun. Come on, disembowelment! It wasn't like he didn't deserve it after all.
All the same, he nodded his head sympathetically and dealt them another hand. He wondered what it was like to realize all the bad shit HYDRA had made the guy do, the horror of being just a soldier of he US Army and then becoming the world's more elusive assassins who committed the kind of atrocities that would leave most men sweating at night. It had to be a horrendous violation to realize everything. A part of him felt sorry for the Soldier, but he didn't regret meeting and working with HYDRA's Fist. Sacrifices were necessary. Order in pain.]
I get that. I'd say it gets easier, but it doesn't, not really. We do what we can to cope and we learn to compartmentalize the pain away. [He paused in picking up his cards, jaw working as he revealed a detail he had never told anyone else.]
I shot my spotter. In the head. She was an excellent soldier, was pulling out one of our own when she was shot by insurgence. Our orders were to never be taken alive because of the sensitive information that could be tortured out of us. I was the sniper of our unit, marked her down my scope. [His eyes were on the table, his fingers sliding along the outside of the cards.] ...blew her brains out all over the face of the enemy hauling her off. She knew it was coming; she would have done the same for me. I still see her smiling at me through my scope. [He shook his head and chuckled, clearing his throat and then picking up his cards.]
We all go through shit, and we either learn to live with it and accept it as our shit or... we fall down and probably eat a bullet. [He glanced at Barnes.] I get the impression you're too strong for that, but... I'm still here, okay? Even if you just need to sit in silence with someone else, I'll be there.
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[It had been the first time he had looked upon Captain America and realized what they were up against, what it would take if he ever encountered the man who had once been a childhood hero. He needed an A game, and he had done it, had duped so many people because when it came to super heroes, the underdogs were so easily ignored up until the time when sweep change came about. It was too bad it all came down as it did. It wasn't that he should have been stronger; it was just fact that they had been overcome.
And in the end, Rumlow watched Barnes across the table and knew that someday in their not so distant future that the Soldier would look back upon all of their conversations and see all the Easter Eggs he had dropped. They would snap into context of how much he knew, and that look of betrayal might actually be the highlight before he died. God he hoped it was by knife and not gun. Come on, disembowelment! It wasn't like he didn't deserve it after all.
All the same, he nodded his head sympathetically and dealt them another hand. He wondered what it was like to realize all the bad shit HYDRA had made the guy do, the horror of being just a soldier of he US Army and then becoming the world's more elusive assassins who committed the kind of atrocities that would leave most men sweating at night. It had to be a horrendous violation to realize everything. A part of him felt sorry for the Soldier, but he didn't regret meeting and working with HYDRA's Fist. Sacrifices were necessary. Order in pain.]
I get that. I'd say it gets easier, but it doesn't, not really. We do what we can to cope and we learn to compartmentalize the pain away. [He paused in picking up his cards, jaw working as he revealed a detail he had never told anyone else.]
I shot my spotter. In the head. She was an excellent soldier, was pulling out one of our own when she was shot by insurgence. Our orders were to never be taken alive because of the sensitive information that could be tortured out of us. I was the sniper of our unit, marked her down my scope. [His eyes were on the table, his fingers sliding along the outside of the cards.] ...blew her brains out all over the face of the enemy hauling her off. She knew it was coming; she would have done the same for me. I still see her smiling at me through my scope. [He shook his head and chuckled, clearing his throat and then picking up his cards.]
We all go through shit, and we either learn to live with it and accept it as our shit or... we fall down and probably eat a bullet. [He glanced at Barnes.] I get the impression you're too strong for that, but... I'm still here, okay? Even if you just need to sit in silence with someone else, I'll be there.