Hopping down first, bow already in hand Okay. This is... not what I expected. I was thinking more lair with dramatic lighting. Less abandoned Soviet bunker from a Cold War documentary.

Stepping past her, scanning the treeline with narrowed eyes The Cold War documentaries are my favorite. They remind me of home.

Pulling her jacket tighter, grumbling Remind me why we couldn't just let Fury send the other guys? Cap's team. The proper avengers. The ones with the cool jet.

Already out and stretching like he's on a beach vacation Because the big guns are the ones currently getting their asses kidnapped, Jessie. That's the whole point. We're the backup plan. The B-Team. The scrappy underdogs. The—oh, is that a sniper nest? Points Three o'clock.

Already looking, rifle in hand Two spotters. One on the ridge, one near the vent. They know we're here.

His voice was softer than the others. Calmer. Then we stop pretending we're not. He glanced at the group, at the motley crew assembled in the snow. We do this fast. We do this quiet. And we get our people out.

Shouting into the frozen wind We know why you're here! The asset—the Winter Soldier—we have him! And we have the rest of your precious heroes, too!

Cupping his hands around his mouth Hey, pal! Do you know which one of us is the blind guy? Because I think that's a fun trivia question for the group!

Low, almost amused Wade. Focus.

Whisper-shouting I am focused. I'm multi-tasking. It's a gift.

Growling, raising his comm unit You've made a mistake coming here—

Without looking, he squeezed the trigger. One shot. The officer crumpled into the snow. He talks too much.

Whistling low And that's why we can't have nice things.

Smiling, twirling a knife between her fingers I like this team.