weknowwearewolves:

“I’m not saying he doesn’t,” Jack replied coolly, but simply stood by with his arms folded over his chest and his usual neutral-faced expression on as he watched his commander continue his assault on their target. He wasn’t exactly about to put a stop to it. Their target had damn near blown HYDRA’s cover entirely and gotten them all killed. He was a traitor, and deserved this. He only spoke again once Brock had ceased. “You done now?” he asked then, impatient but not irritated, “We got all the info we need from him. The higher-ups can take care of the rest.”

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. 

(Source: agentcrossbones)