The smile that was in his eyes spreads to his mouth. It's not a nice or kind smile.

"That wouldn't have saved you from rifle fire to the chest, when you opened the door. Nor would I have been able to." He shrugs. "I was here for my protection. If I can help, I will. The way I wouldn't let a person get run over by a car on the street, if I can help them," he flexes his left hand, making sure the whir or the mechanism is audible, because he usually can, "and the way I'm bringing Hydra down for more than just myself.

"On the other hand, from what I've learned about," his smile turned just a little less predatory, just a little more uncertain, "friends, they don't leave each other in lethal situations. You're probably better equipped to explain who's served by that, should such a situation arise."

He hesitates a moment, then adds, "what would you like a weapon to do, sit around idly while the fighting passes me by? And I'm a very good weapon."