[He finally stood now that it seemed like things were about to get productive and interesting, and it was pretty much a regular HYDRA slumber party at this point. Everyone was taking off their shirts there too, though generally to admire the bruising given to each other earlier in the day. He was the one who was a mess and Toreth was all clean and pristine, which seemed ironic given what he knew the guy did for a living.

He toed off his boots to the side and seated himself on the edge of the tub where the light was best and he still wouldn't make too much of a mess. He had a feeling this was going to be a fun midnight past time.]

Bedside table, bottom drawer. [His clothes were a complete write off, but he wiped at them with a blood-stained hand all the same as if he could just brush off the hardening blood in the material.] I don't think your skills will be necessary on the other guy, if that makes you feel better.