Vanity had been the driving factor behind keeping his true face on this mission. It would also help the 'good guys' if they chose to burst in and needed to be sure who their undercover agent actually was. No one in this gang recognised him as the alien warlord from those years ago and why would they when he was a lean British man in a sharp suit? On the offchance he was known from Stuttgart, his hair was longer and considerably less greasy. He ensured to speak in English to prevent the AllSpeak causing a mishap. The last thing he needed was members arguing over his nationality.
Getting in had been a little tricky. Frankly it had been fun. Faking being overpowered, feigning injuries where appropriate whilst allowing in his formidable skill. He had charmed his way in to their cause, spitting vitriol about the superheroes lording it over the masses. He would be an asset.
Now he was practically their second-in-command, the true leader as yet uncertain. Right now he was overseeing the handling of stolen munitions, finalising the plans for an attack. One he had no intention of them succeeding in. He was looking forward to his Honorary Avenger badges.
With his focus on the task at hand, the warehouse busy with the noise of their tools and movements, he wasn't aware of the intrusion from a certain mouthy merc. Were there a fleeting thought of another presence, it was not as though he could contact SHIELD at this moment to ask.
"Careful with that container, Ellis, or shall we be scraping you off the walls?"