He watches her, flatly. His metal hand folds into a fist in his pocket. Luckily, his arm hadn't set off the metal detectors when he'd stepped in. That's good.

But she steps forward and he almost instinctually almost steps back. But he locks his knees and stays put. She has a point, but he'd counted on that, and had wanted to put his fist through more than a few of them. He'd show them the Fist of HYDRA.

"And why should I trust you?" He asks, just as softly. He knows she was with Steve, that he'd shot her, in DC, in Odessa. He remembers her and the nuclear scientist.