"You might be well trained, but you haven't had the access that I have," he replied simply and shifted his metal hand up as if he were studying his fingernails. "I don't see why this little charade can't continue, unless you're afraid that I'll show you up and steal the glory or hide information from you."

He was going with her, but she just hadn't agreed to it yet. Even if she slipped away, he would follow her, hunt her and keep danger from him because he decided it was structure enough that he could focus on it. He had nothing else after all; Hydra was too deep rooted for him to consider killing it all. This was something he could do well and easily, and he embraced it without even caring for her permission.

"Leaving a trail of bodies only brings more attention. The best you can hope to do is bury them," he replied as he regarded her with cool calculation. She could run and hide and be hunted and never see the end of the rabbit hole she was looking down. "Don't call me 'Barnes'," he snarled, showing teeth in pure threat.

He actually hadn't developed a taste for being called anything really. The name hurt, but he wasn't about to admit it.