Agent Barnes could see there had been a lapse in communication between the incompetent agent and the tailor, Jefferson. He held his mask in both hands and watched their back and forth. The incompetent agent seemed eager to be rid of him, but Jefferson wanted nothing to do with him.
Either his training wasn't going to be the sort of experience you wrote home about, or the pair of them had heard too much about him to be willing to deal with him.
They kept referring to an adoption facility, as though Agent Barnes--and he found he definitely preferred Agent Barnes to any of the other names provided--was some sort of wayward child. They talked about possession and un-brain-washing, and Jefferson mocked him. He'd seen it often enough to know what it was; it was easy to mock the thing that didn't mock back.
He let his eyes drift from Jefferson to the incompetent agent, wondering what exactly he was to make of any of this.
The age comment was enough for him to latch to, though; if Agent Barnes was older, then Jefferson was by necessity younger. "Is Agent Jefferson a clone," he said, looking at Jefferson but addressing the question to the incompetent agent. That was a matter he could have some sort of question or opinion about. The methods for 'un-brain-washing elite super soviet murder machines' were a bit beyond his wheelhouse.
And he was fairly certain that he was meant to be the elite super soviet murder machine, anyway.
Regardless of the state of his mind, however, if Agent Jefferson was a clone, that meant one of two things: they were trying to replace him, or they had tried and failed. From the attitude, Agent Barnes was willing to put his money on the tried and failed.