Somehow Kenzi telling Rumlow her story has him feeling familiarity. He doesn't show it save a brief twitch of his brows, letting her finish before he adds his two cents. The last part sure doesn't sound like an agent, unless she's remembering a cover job, like this one. High school drop out isn't a red flag or anything, all kinds get hired for their practical skills rather than their educational ones.

He hums in thought, staring out at the treeline, scrubbing at the stubble on his cheeks. He's still missing huge gaps in his childhood, but he remembers a few things. The streets of New York, fights, picking up a gun for the first time. There's other stuff too, but it feels too off to be right. Things that go against SHIELD. Rumlow shakes his head.

"Stuff from your childhood might be real. Because the stuff with Bucky can't be," he says, knowing this is about to throw Kenzi for a loop. Hell, it still throws him. "Your cousin was in the military, right? That's how he knows me." Though Rumlow doesn't know if that's the truth -- the source of Bucky's enmity towards him is largely a mystery.