As a general rule, nothing pissed off Sean Longstreet more than time-wasting bureaucratic bullshit.
This search was bullshit. The warrant, front to back, bullshit.
He was sure Barnes was in the building somewhere, but it would take dozens, maybe hundreds, of officers to search Stark Tower thoroughly and that wasn't happening, because the powers-that-be didn't really want to find Barnes.
They just wanted to be able to tell the newspapers that they'd tried.
As it turned out, though, by the end of the day, Longstreet wasn't too upset.
Seeing Natasha Romanov in her hip huggers made all the bullshit worthwhile.