"Certainly not you and definitely not me," he replied with a smirk. His skills didn't lay with his appearance, though it had at one time been important to him. Now, he didn't really give a crap about it save his hair which was still somehow attached despite all he had gone through. He had a feeling that if that old team would take Ward back, the gut would go. Too bad that option wasn't available for anyone.

They shouldn't be this close, and yet here they were. He could scent the other and he could feel the warmth that radiated off of Ward's body too. It made him want to take a risk when he was in no position to, but he was thankfully enough of a survivalist to know when to keep himself in check. "I know I can be discreet."

He snort at the barb. "I wanted to rub the dirty end of my gun on his lips before I made him eat a bullet," he hissed. He turned the side and let Ward pass him back, giving the other man's backside a pinch that would have been blocked from sight of any cameras in the place. "I need to stretch my legs," he agreed and padded out of the weapon's shed and headed off where they would have some privacy in the forest trees nearby.