It's a nice little tale, the hard lines of a web nearly finished, but Natasha's taught him a few things about spiders. They're not nearly this impatient. Poor fella though, he can't imagine not being seen by anyone who wasn't terrified out of their minds. It probably did things to you.

'Soldiers die scared,' he answers simply, his eyes locked on Pitch's, steady. He doesn't look away, but he does blink, unruffled, searching the entity for some reaction. When the worst has already happened, there's very little fear left, if any at all.