He hesitated, letting Peter fill the moment with words as he tried to find the right ones. "Hydra forced me to," he replied, his voice a little quieter now. "And the tentacles are because they get their filth into everything. Nothing is safe from them, not even now. They're still out there, hiding. Cut off one head, and two more shall take its place," he said, like a fucking parrot. The words left a bad taste in his mouth, and his face was twisted into a grimace.