Tony couldn’t stop from rolling his eyes and making a gesture for the two to follow him. Did he think that the blond’s lack of response was weird? Not really. HYDRA had some real bullshit rules about who was in charge of whom and who got to do or so what. He expected that the taller man was likely here to be the strong, silent type. The muscle. He hated that. But he hated these randoms more.

“You guys were just here last week,” Tony muttered, taking the pair down the hall. The walls were made of glass, showing off the city, showing off other rooms. Steve was almost too awestruck to keep from gawking. And wouldn’t that have been a mistake! “I get the point of random, don’t get me wrong, but these are happening more frequently than random. Should I expect two more of you guys to show up next week too?”

These complaints were all in English, without any real accent at all. Steve at least felt better about that.

“And could you tell me now if you’re going to trash or take anything? I want to plan my weekend.”