Millions of people who were clogging up the world with their horrible existence. Greedy pieces of shit, criminals, wastes on the system where good people could have finally lived free of the insanity and violence that our world has become.

[He knew it was a pointless argument, that he could never speak his belief enough to ever change Steve's mind on anything. It was better that they never spoke on their differences of opinion on Insight and HYDRA, but it was hard when he wanted Steve to believe him, believe that he had had actual intentions aside from just murder. Some people had to get their hands dirty to make the better world happen; he was one of those men.

Still, he eased away without pressing any possible advantage and returned to get his own meal, letting Steve leave the kitchen to go to the table nearby before he grabbed his own fork and seated himself opposite. He dug in without hesitation, knowing better than that by now.]

So throw me in some dark place for a few days; it won't hurt us that much. You can go looking for him and I'll get some peace from your constant disapproval. [He hadn't masturbated this much since he was sixteen after all.]