There was a always a chance that this entire plan was going to go tits up, and he'd find himself in whatever SHIELD considered a prison for traitors now a days. They would enjoy making him rot, but in order to turn him over, Winter would have to reveal something of himself in the process, and while he might know all the information, he knew enough that he could let it slip in whatever active torture game they were playing on in interrogate lately.
It was better for them both to keep matters cordial, he knew. He understood Winter's need to be paranoid and violent towards anyone that had previous associations with HYDRA, even if he called them previous. He was a skilled liar after all, and he had out-acted even Romanoff who was known to be able to sniff out enemy agents if she was given any kind of indication something was off. Or maybe he had always just been so far beneath her notice that there was no need to give him or STRIKE a second glance.
He'd never know. He didn't care. Right now, it was about establishing something with someone who was also recently free from the clutches of brainwashing that game with being a HYDRA operative. He liked to think that he could scratch Winter's back and Winter could scratch his.
Yet, he reached out and took the piece of folded paper, not bothering to open it up and examine it here and now. Again, it was a show of trust, that he was receiving good information. He nodded his head to the stipulations, agreeing to them without even questioning.
"Seems like we're gonna be working together again. Good times ahead," he replied with a smirk that twisted up the scar tissue on the left side of his face. He was confident that they would run at least one op together and see how things went. "You won't be disappointed."
He turned, tucking the paper in his pocket and moved to the door because yes, he would respond by getting out. He eased the door open after listening at it for signs of other people and then looked back, winking at Winter. "Dress appropriately for our hot date," he teased and then slipped out of the door, allowing it to close quietly behind him. Then he descended the stairs, only pulling out the paper halfway down to the bottom floor to investigate the location.
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It was better for them both to keep matters cordial, he knew. He understood Winter's need to be paranoid and violent towards anyone that had previous associations with HYDRA, even if he called them previous. He was a skilled liar after all, and he had out-acted even Romanoff who was known to be able to sniff out enemy agents if she was given any kind of indication something was off. Or maybe he had always just been so far beneath her notice that there was no need to give him or STRIKE a second glance.
He'd never know. He didn't care. Right now, it was about establishing something with someone who was also recently free from the clutches of brainwashing that game with being a HYDRA operative. He liked to think that he could scratch Winter's back and Winter could scratch his.
Yet, he reached out and took the piece of folded paper, not bothering to open it up and examine it here and now. Again, it was a show of trust, that he was receiving good information. He nodded his head to the stipulations, agreeing to them without even questioning.
"Seems like we're gonna be working together again. Good times ahead," he replied with a smirk that twisted up the scar tissue on the left side of his face. He was confident that they would run at least one op together and see how things went. "You won't be disappointed."
He turned, tucking the paper in his pocket and moved to the door because yes, he would respond by getting out. He eased the door open after listening at it for signs of other people and then looked back, winking at Winter. "Dress appropriately for our hot date," he teased and then slipped out of the door, allowing it to close quietly behind him. Then he descended the stairs, only pulling out the paper halfway down to the bottom floor to investigate the location.
Seemed legit.