We don't know what he has in that room. [ That answer was to Gamora's suggestion.

Not even the beard over his cheeks could hide his disgust with Rumlow's response as Trip's jaw clenched and muscles flexed. His facial expression went from distrust to utter disbelief with a heaping scoop of annoyance thrown on top. ]

You really think anyone believes the bull you're spewin'? There's at least the word of five or more who can testify you're Hydra. And the last thing Hydra's for is peace.

[ Trip hadn't stopped staring down Rumlow and moved to shove the man away from the room door after his last inch closer. ]