He was shoved backwards, hitting the arm of the couch but not dropping his weapon in the process. He snarled before his own nose picked up the tell-tale sweet scent that came from Wilson's bag and shoved himself away from the couch. Wilson wouldn't be stupid enough to have HYDRA experimental shit in that bag, right? No one was dumb enough to just tout that stuff around when it wasn't approved.

But they had been raiding HYDRA facilities. No, no it was damn perfume or something!

"Is that perfume," he snapped, looking at the bag with suspicion. If it wasn't and it happened to be HYDRA goods, he had a few ideas what that smell could be based on a few reports he had read before the Triskelion had hit rock bottom. "Tell me you don't have HYDRA merchandise in that bag."