If you ever share that fantasy with him, Kenzi, you will find Rumlow willing to play it out. Just saying. He smiles again at her petulance, which he would offer a reassuring pat for, but his hands are full of groceries. Instead, he gently knocks her with the bag again.

"That's fair," he remarks. Doing is always better than just recalling, even if the latter can be helpful. "I remember a few things. Not much," he adds. "More like impressions."

At least right now, that's what he's got. He knows certain things, but it feels more like an outline, rather than the natural progression of memory and ideas. Like Kenzi says, it's weird. He shakes his head at the thought that they wouldn't like each other. Partially because Rumlow likes to think he's easy to get along with. It's why he's a good team player. There's another reason too, but he can't put his finger on it.

"I get what you mean, but I don't think that's gonna be what happens. I mean, I like you plenty now and I hardly remember more than just the fact that we're married and why. I get pictures of you in my head, but it's like there's not a lot of story to connect them. But I remember some things clear as day. Whatever accident we were in," Rumlow pauses, shaking his head. He feels fine and that's the weird part.

"Anyway, I guess I'm saying that us is probably the last thing we gotta worry about."