Ward nodded his head, slowly putting the gun back together. He did not load it, making sure that Brock was aware of that fact. He really did not want to hurt his bond, even if the anger was starting to rise in him. He did not ask for this. It's the last thing or person he wanted right now. "You think I want them to fucking find out? That's the last thing I want, trust me." His eyes narrowed and he glared up at Brock. "I could tell you the same thing. You better not say something or I won't be forgiving."

Rising to his feet, he moved over to Rumlow, standing right in his face. "The good cause we serve? Really?" He lowered his voice so that only Brock could hear him. "I will do what I have to. This is my place now and I will be loyal to it, but let's not kid ourselves?" Because really, there was no other place for him now. "The cause we serve is a cause, but it isn't necessarily a good one. And what else should I do besides clean my gun? Have you looked around? Because I don't see us going anywhere anytime soon."

Reluctantly, he took a step back from Brock. His body liked that they were close too much and he couldn't have that. Not now. "If you have a suggestion, I'd love to hear it."