Just lingering pieces. There was something familiar about those words and how they applied to him, how it was the pieces he was desperately trying to grasp onto and keep in order to make sense of them. It seemed that she had similar impressions, except hers were a life not even her own whereas the pieces simply felt as if they shouldn't be his own. That they both had massive holes in their history to have to try to fill was sadly comforting, knowing that - finally - he wasn't alone when it came to his struggle, even if it was a young woman who had once belonged to the same organization that he did. Maybe he shouldn't trust her.

Of course, that she didn't immediately take the opportunity to run away from him might have been suspicious except that he knew that he could likely take her in a fight. It wasn't that he was arrogant of his skills compared to what he had seen, but he simply had the added years of combat, a greater musculature and of course his metal arm tended to trump many combat situations. She had every right to try to slip away; who could actually trust the Winter Soldier after all? He asked himself that question a lot, and it was one of many reasons he remained in hiding.

And maybe, just maybe, the trust had to go both ways. He turned his head to regard her, aware that they both had plenty to lose in this. "I know... of some HYDRA facilities that haven't yet been raided which might give us a clue. HYDRA and the Red Room worked together on quite a few projects, including the Black Widow and Winter Soldier ones. We should potentially start sooner than later."

He turned back to face Ava again. "Do you have anyone to tell that you're possibly going away for awhile?"