"Don't think you'd be eliminated without me doing it," he replied with a casualness that he didn't entirely feel. Certainly he took orders on who to kill and who to let live, but his occasional temper flares that resulted in the death of a clone had not displeased anyone in particular. He was able to get away with that more than anyone seemed to care, but he had stayed his hand always to Sarah, secretly protecting her once they were involved.

He frowned at the mention of being dead and kicked his feet off of the console and stood. He still held the picture in his hand and was again examining it. "Death means nothing to Hydra," he said as he walked out of the room, letting her follow him as he walked through the long halls and passed exhibits until he reached the Captain America one. He knew his way around it very well. "Every person leaves a trail that can be followed. If you want to know about him, I can find him or find out if he's actually dead. However, never believe what you read about the dead."

He stopped in front of a part of the exhibit, shifting his back against the memorial, his face settling very close and very obvious to James Barnes. "Hydra hides their dead as much as they hide the living."