One action. One moment of choice. Letting Loki eat poison berries. Watching him die. And he was hated. Of course hated was something he'd always expected. He'd played so many roles in his life, told so many lies. Hate was something to be overcome. Because they could say what they likes, he wasn't weak. Except of course when it came to Skye. And right now, that worried him. Because Simmons wanted to see him, asked to see him when he'd asked about Skye and he didn't want to go, didn't want to meet her. Admittidly terrified of what she might tell him. Which Garrett would say was a weakness. And probably it was. But it was one he'd allowed himself to accept.
He'd decided that nothing good happened over coffee. Meeting in cafe's tended to end badly for him. But she wanted the meeting public and it was fairly sensible of her. He expected also that she wasn't alone.
"So who'd you bring. Barton, Romanoff?" he asked simply. "I'm not here to attack you Simmons. You should know that. You want to tell me something. You wanted to meet me and I was pretty sure you weren't there yet. Give me some credit"