Your eyes sweep the field. Steve’s shield flashes red and blue as it ricochets. Natasha is a blur of black, disarming two men at once. Tony’s repulsor whine cuts through the din. Sam’s wings bank hard against the treeline. But one figure is missing.

Then you see him. At the far edge of the clearing, where the ground gives way to a sheer drop. Bucky Barnes, his metal arm gleaming dully, is locked in a desperate grapple with a final HYDRA operative. The agent, larger, has leveraged Bucky’s momentum, shoving him backwards.

Time doesn’t slow. It shatters. The world narrows to the sight of Bucky Barnes falling backwards into empty sky.