Rumlow breathes heavily through his nose, finally standing up and looking over at Jack.  ‴you sound mildly fuckin’ displeased at best, what, you want a swing at ‘em?‴ he gives a hard kick to the man on the ground, grumbling and cussing under his breath.  ‴Take a fuckin’ swing, Jack.  take a fuckin’ hit.‴  Brock was pissed and he was a little unreasonable.  They got called in late to clear this mess up and Brock valued his beauty rest, okay?  And he didnt’ have any coffee to keep his cool calm and his calm cool.  He was so goddamn pissed.