Just because he ignored the looks of the SHIELD agents, didn’t mean he didn’t notice them. He couldn’t blame them either. How many friends of their had he killed? Almost automatically, his mind started to try to calculate it. He hesitated with a step, the only indication that anything was wrong. He blinked and tried to force his mind blank once more.
Well that wasn’t what he was expected. He felt the hair on the back of his neck raise seeing the uniform. He swallowed hard as he took a long, hard look at it. He felt Steve at his side and heard him talking. Part of him wondered what the price would be if he took them up on this offer. Did they just want a soldier? Someone they could control? He wasn’t going to sign on for that again.
Rather than saying anything he took the mask and looked at it for a moment. He didn’t really have a choice here either. Steve was counting on him. Zola needed to be stopped. Steve’s words meant little to him. Avenge himself and others? Best way those victims would be served was if he ate his rifle.