"Holy crap balls?" Rumlow asks, voice a touch incredulous. Maybe it's just what she's said, or the fact that she's saying it to him -- Rumlow's not entirely certain. But fuck if he's been certain about anything all day. He looks at the lamp Kenzi is wielding at him, then back to her face.

"Really?" he asks, though part of him isn't sure whether or not she should know that trying to attack him with a lamp would be pointless. He strains his memory trying to recall more about her. Either that accident gave him a Hell of a concussion and he's experiencing some pretty severe amnesia or. Well. Actually, Rumlow doesn't really have an alternative. He definitely recognizes Kenzi.

And now memories are trickling in slowly the more he looks at her. He remembers marrying her, the ridiculous outfits they wore to the ceremony in Vegas. Where else would a sudden wedding take place? There's still a fog, Rumlow thinks. His guess is they were drunk, though it must have been a whole lot of booze to get him that wasted.

Rumlow nods at the lamp.

"Put that down," he says, walking over towards her. Closer, he can see she's tiny. Young too, probably in her early twenties. Jesus.