He rolled his eyes. "I'm no hero. You know nothing about me. You're only running around patching people up to appease your own ego. Don't stand there and try to tell me it's any different."

He raised the machete and pointed it in the general direction of Hawkeye's neck. "Now then. Shall I help you with your wounds in my own way?" Whatever fire had been in those silver eyes of his had retreated. There was only a cold gleam. Actor may not be his primary trade, but he was good at pulling away parts of himself that were a nuisance to what needed doing.