Kenzi isn't the only one to have spent time mulling this over. There is a lot to consider between them, and the only constant seems to be Rumlow's connection to Kenzi. Whatever their past is, there is history between them -- why else would this relationship feel so right? She gives him what he needs and though she's playful, never demands things he can't offer. They fit together, and the way she reacts to situations makes him think she can't just be some average girl. There's something special.

It's after dinner and they're snuggled up on the couch, Rumlow considering what might happen if he pulls her into his lap when she takes the initiative to turn and drag her finger along his jaw. The nail scrapes against stubble and it makes a shiver run through his body. He hums a note, turning towards her with a particular look in his eye. One she ought to know well by now.

"Hey," he parrots back, sneaking a hand behind her and curling it around her waist, trying not to marvel at how damn tiny it is. Rumlow sees the way she's looking at him, like she's trying to remember more than she does. A familiar motion because Rumlow thinks he must do it to her a lot too. Definitely guilty of it while they were cooking together, in the brief moments of pause.