[Rumlow watched her, keeping his own stance casual, as if they were just having a friendly chat. Like two old co-workers meeting up again. He was well aware of her reputation; when someone like him worked with someone like her, it was important to do all the necessary homework.

After all, he knew that no matter how good STRIKE was - how good he was - they would remain somewhere below her notice. That's where they thrived, all the way up until Pierce made a bad call and everything went tits-up. Then it was a wild goose chase where the geese in question were old-time spies that knew how to circumvent most of the ways they had been taught to operate.]

Our world's gone. Natha collected those they could and stuffed them in cryo-tanks until the right time, and when you're awake, you're to integrate with society that on some level dislikes the influx of refugees. Political tensions are rising, terrorist groups are forming and you better watch your back because people have been taken in broad daylight, special abilities or no.

[His intel was all good of course. The best part of being a good liar was putting just enough truth in to hide the lie. He'd build up first, then see how far on her game she was.]