“Before I worked for SHIELD, I, uh, well… I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set
“Before I worked for SHIELD, I, uh, well… I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set. I didn’t care who I used it for… or on. I got on SHIELD’s radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me; he made a different call.”“And what will you do if I vow to spare him?”“Not let you out.”“Oh, no, but I like this. Your world in the balance and you bargain for one man.”“Regime’s fall every day. I tend not to weep over that, I’m Russian. Or I was.”“And what are you now?”“It’s really not that complicated. I got red in my ledger and I’d like to wipe it out.”“Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?”…“Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it’s gushing red. And you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything. This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child of prayer. Pathetic. You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you and they will never. Go. Away.” -- source link