It had been a long time since Bearman had seen the inside of a military facility. Again and again they had told him it wasn't, but Bearman could practically smell it. Weapons, sweat, determination..... this was a place where soldiers were trained. Whether they used guns, or some form of paranormal ability, it made little difference. They were the men and women who chose a cause to fight for, who chose a cause to die for. They were the soldiers of this new organization, SHIELD.
Walking through the hallways, he considered the implications of being a soldier once again. He couldn't remember his own time serving the Soviet Union, and as such he had little experience he could call upon. However, in certain ways the concept was appealing. He had always enjoyed fighting, and if one is going to fight anyway, why not do so in a manner that helps people? At least at the moment, Bearman could find no reason not to do so, which was why he had accepted SHIELD's invitation in the first place.
The sound and smell of battle, not too far away. It was not battle with guns, but rather with paranormal capabilities, as would be expected in a facility such as this. For some reason, people were fighting.
Moving on all fours, Bearman rushed through the tight corridors. SHIELD personnel and guards alike were bowled over, some managing to jump aside in time to avoid an unhealthy meeting with the ground. Arriving at the scene of the fight, he found his way barred by a door - and a small one at that. However, there was no time to find an alternate route.
With a crack and a bang, the wall collapsed, as the door itself was propelled across the room, slowly skidding to a stop on the stone floor of the training area. Through the newly created hole stepped Bearman, standing on his hind legs as he marched into the area. The cloud of dust and broken stone that had gathered around his legs like a brownish fog only added to the figure he struck. "Bearman has arrived! Where is da fighting?!"