Ward shook his head, staring at Brock with a neutral expression. "Think you and I have different definitions on who the trash is." Because he was sure that Coulson and his team would be trash to Rumlow. Ward? He wasn't so sure he'd put them in that category. He tried hard to toe the line, not get in trouble but it was getting harder to keep his feelings in check.

Not when he felt so bad about how things ended.

Ward closed his eyes, shivering at the proximity of Rumlow in front of him and the breath against his ear. "Just what do you have in mind," he murmured. His voice grew husky, lower in tone as his body betrayed how he was feeling. He hated that he couldn't hide it better. "I... I'm listening," he growled. Beside him, his hands formed into fists and he struggled not to take another step back.