Rumlow immediately lifted a futile hand to his nose to limit what was breathing in, but if that was what he thought it was, it was too little too late. His actual best case scenario was getting the hell out of this place, but then he would lose the element of having the upper hand and who knew what (or who) he'd be driven to get all excited over.

"Shit, you have HYDRA merchandise in there," he said, hauling himself off of the couch and stepping around it. "That stuff wasn't light green liquid, was it?" Please be blue, please be blue. Blue was tolerable, green was going to be a mess to deal with. It was hot under his collar suddenly, and he bit off a curse.

He abandoned the need to just shoot Wilson and went off to get duct tape, grabbing the roll in the allotted spot and returning. "This is fucking ridiculous. Lock your doors and windows right now if you want this contained."