His eyes drifted away from the bared shield and the man behind it, having fought Steve enough to know how well they did playing warriors with each other. His arm still twinged with memory occasionally after all, but he had other purposes here and now that he hadn't decided if they would include a fight or not. He could lead a merry chase through the Smithsonian, and there were plenty of exhibits to hide in.

"Are you going to give me reason to?" He knew the dangers of knife combat with Steve after all. He had to be careful as he wasn't getting maintenance on his arm anymore.

"Cut off one head and two more shall take its place was the motto of Hydra," he said in an almost conversational tone. "I've found though that if you cut off enough heads, they start to run out. Its simply necessary to cut off all the heads in a certain amount of time and the beast dies."