His lips thinned when any thing that he might have said and did was cut off, glaring at Steve who looked tired and in need of the basics of sustaining life, all of which were on the quinjet that he had acquired by just plain not listening to any reasons that he couldn't take it. No one refused him when he wanted something, not even a machine worth about a million dollars. He set his jaw, aware that he wouldn't get to talk since everyone else had lectured the most important person to him already.

Instead, he turned away, giving Steve the cold shoulder and marched back to the quinjet. He could at least provide the man a ride back to the military base where he had acquired the jet and then they could be transported back to State-side. He reached up as he walked and tugged the tie from his hair so it fell about his face and obscured his expression, just another manner of the Winter Soldier's coldness.