United we stand

Post-credit scene II.

 Siberia.

"Whoa–" A heavy pressure of the steel-blue eyes doesn't confuse Brock, and he allows himself to throw his arm around Soldier's shoulders. Bound to the unique performance in front of them, Rumlow keeps his eyes on the electric chair, but his words are addressed to the only person he's happy to see alive, in the flesh. "It's worth dying, I'm tellin' ya. If anyone told me I'd see Cap being programmed, I'd shoot at the shitty mouth with my eyes closed. And get the bull's eye. Wow. It's just.. Wow."

Soldier sighs, pretty tired already.

He remembers Rumlow being active. But not extra active, not super talkative. Being dead loosens people's tongues? Then why he, Soldier himself, doesn't find even a ghost of temptation to have a soul-to-soul chat?

Humans.

They are strange. Emotion-addicted, hormones-ruled.

And this passion for having physical contact... Ugh. Since when touching another person equals close relations? Is it a way to show someone's favor? Again, a strange way to express your desires.

Oh, there's a lot to remember. To restore and to conquer. Inside himself.

"..may I tell the code? Please, please, please? I'll be a good boy, daddy!" He's kidding and fooling around like they're best friends. Brock's face is illuminating with joy – what a pervert one would say. He's happy to watch a human being tortured by the high voltage.

Even taking into account it's Steve Rogers...

...right, Rogers collapsed a whole building on Rumlow.

Then, Soldier supposes, it's okay to gloat.

Still, he has to disappoint his lost-and-found Hydra comrade.

"No need." A couple of words sound like mocking condescension.

"What? Why?" Brock finally freezes his glance at Soldier's face. After the resurrection, Crossbones looks a bit younger. Without ugly scars Rogers left. Personal Zemo's fetish to erase everyone's imperfections? Stupid, senseless move. Soldier's satisfied Helmut didn't change his body. Didn't destroy his story. "I thought the Winter Soldier program required a code...."

A new sigh escapes Soldier's lips.

Explanations... He hates explanations.

"Earphones."

"Ear– What? What ear– Oh, I see now. So you, old spice, now try to use modern devices? Then what can I do? I want to have some fun!"

...and he hates when anyone asks him to get them some fun. Does he look like a clown?

"When Rogers' finished – to the cry cell. Then – Romanoff's report. Then..." Soldier pauses because Brock doesn't stop smiling like a happy idiot. "What?"

"Y'know, I knew both Bucky pal and you, Winter. Now, looking at you and listening to... I can see, you're just Winter. No one else, but the guy who murdered a fucking ton of people dramatically beautiful and effectively as hell."

"And?"

"And? Isn't it enough for you to hear I accepted you as an independent person?"

"Not enough."

Now, it's time to prove Zemo he was wrong. Bucky and Soldier could never merge. They're not the one person. With a separate body, Winter Soldier is finally able to complete the mission. His only task. To protect Bucky.

With an army of programmed soldiers, it must be convenient.

When he meets Zemo next time... It's better for Helmut to never fuck up with Bucky Barnes.