[ A trained killer, which is definitely not something Jefferson wants to blab out to said killer. ] I don't have to tell you. If you don't know who you are now, you'll remember on your own. [ Everyone does, in time. He lets out a short, sharp laugh. ] Badly enough. I learned my lesson.

[ About trusting Brock Rumlow, that is.

That smile is a touch unnerving, and it seems to make Jefferson's newfound bravery waver, just enough to have him taking a step back. But he recovers with a scoff. Is he sure? Of course he is. ] What could we possibly want from each other?