He is hurt, they managed to get a shot off before he killed them and he’s bleeding through onto Steve’s bed, but it’s hidden by the black material of the hoodie he’s swathed in and there’s nothing about his expression that suggests he might be in pain. He gives a half shrug, neither confirmation or denial.

“They were HYDRA.”

Would that make a difference to this? It made a difference to him, these were people he chose to kill for the greater good rather than innocent targets on a mission.

“One was an old handler, he looked like you. They all looked like you.”

Maybe that was why he’s here, he still doesn’t entirely know himself.