He gave an appreciative nod to Jason. Very nicely done. Then he stalked up and glared down at Kalinski, who had the gall to grin up at him despite his injuries. Steve kicked him hard in the temple for that, making the man black out. The first thing he pulled out was the prone agent's ear piece, checking it. Not on. Thank the universe for small favors. And why would it be? Too many ways other supervisors might be able to listen in on what the agent was up to.
"Edward Nigma," he said, hoping the name of the man would draw his attention to the reality of their situation. "Cobblepot's alive. His men have him. He'll be getting help, but we need to be worried about your safety right now." Not roughly said, more sympathetic. It spoke volumes to him that the former Riddler was so concerned for his friend more than his own skin at the moment. He busied himself with pulling off Kalinski's watch, wallet, and last something out of his bullet proof vest that he was only briefly puzzled at until he rolled the black canvas out on the pavement scattered with broken windshield chips.
Sharp instruments. The kind that were a little too big for dentistry. Their intentions for Edward was suddenly gruesomely plain.
Steve nodded to Kalinski. "We need to take him with us, and anyone else who is alive. I'll arrange for them to be switched to people I trust at the first given opportunity. Anyone who is not alive, we'll pile in the van. It's gotta go up. We could search them but can't guarantee we'll get all gadgets that will link them back to SHIELD or Hydra, and right now we need Hydra blind. If they believe they were all taken out via Cobblepot's men and you, that's best. You make a habit of carrying around explosives, right?" He looked up when there was a distant wail of a siren. "And we're on a tight clock." So Steve started moving, not wasting a single motion as he hurriedly went about the bloody scene.
"Mr. Nigma, if you could get in the backseat and lay low." He pointed to the busted up vehicle he and Red Hood had arrived in, windshield still shot up, leaking radiator fluid, door ripped off, rear view mirrors dangling and paint scraped to all hell. "Don't worry, we'll be ditching it soon enough, but sorry to say, he's driving again." Because again, Jason knew his way around Gotham.