That's-- not how this normally goes. Usually she'd be all over him (not in that way) trying to choke the shit out of him (also not in that way) or wrestle his knife out of his hand and turn it on him. Usually she would know that he's a fraction of the man he used to be, tired and used up and struggling along just trying to make it through each tiresome day.

His knuckles go white as his grip tightens on his comfort knife. Is this another test? He squints as he tries to make out her shadows groping around for the little window latch, making no movement towards her. He's too attached to his only form of defence to want to risk throwing his knife at her, especially given how vulnerable he's been since he got here.

Sure, he's got some height and a few pounds on her, but. It doesn't feel enough. Especially if she's HYDRA.

(It's always HYDRA. Even when it's not HYDRA.)