Captain America: The Winter Soldier

On your left.

On your left.

On my left. Got it.

Don't say it. Don't you say it.

- On your left.

- Come on!

Need a medic?

I need a new set of lungs.

Dude, you just ran, like,

13 miles in 30 minutes.

I guess I got a late start.

Really? You should

be ashamed of yourself.

You should take another lap.

Did you just take it?

I assume you just took it.

What unit you with?

58th Pararescue.

But now I'm working down at the VA.

- Sam Wilson.

- Steve Rogers.

I kind of put that together.

Must have freaked you out, coming

home after the whole defrosting thing.

It takes some getting used to.

It's good to meet you, Sam.

It's your bed, right?

What's that?

Your bed, it's too soft.

When I was over there,

I'd sleep on the ground,

use rock for pillows,

like a caveman.

Now I'm home, lying in my bed,

and it's like...

Lying on a marshmallow.

Feel like I'm gonna sink

right to the floor.

How long?

Two tours.

You must miss the

good old days, huh?

Well, things aren't so bad.

Food's a lot better.

We used to boil everything.

No polio is good.

Internet, so helpful.

I've been reading that a lot,

trying to catch up.

Marvin Gaye, 1972,

Trouble Man soundtrack.

Everything you missed

jammed into one album.

I'll put it on the list.

All right, Sam, duty calls.

Thanks for the run.

If that's what you

want to call running.

That's how it is?

- That's how it is.

- Okay.

Any time you want to stop by the VA,

make me look awesome

in front of the girl at the

front desk, just let me know.

- I'll keep it in mind.

- Yeah.

Hey, fellas.

Either one of you

know where the Smithsonian is?

I'm here to pick up a fossil.

That's hilarious.

- How you doing?

- Hey.

Can't run everywhere.

No, you can't.

Target is a mobile

satellite launch platform,

the Lemurian Star.

They were sending up their last

payload when pirates took them,

93 minutes ago.

- Any demands?

- Billion and a half.

- Why so steep?

- Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s.

So it's not off-course.

It's trespassing.

I'm sure they have a good reason.

You know, I'm getting a little

tired of being Fury's janitor.

Relax. It's not that complicated.

How many pirates?

25. Top mercs led by this guy.

Georges Batroc.

Ex-DGSE, Action Division.

He's at the top of

Interpol's Red Notice.

Before the French demobilized

him, he had 36 kill missions.

This guy's got a rep

for maximum casualties.

Hostages?

Mostly techs. One officer.

Jasper Sitwell.

They're in the galley.

What's Sitwell doing

on a launch ship?

All right, I'm gonna

sweep the deck and find Batroc.

Nat, you kill the engines

and wait for instructions.

Rumlow, you sweep aft,

find the hostages,

get them to the life-pods,

get them out. Let's move.

S.T.R.I.K.E., you heard the Cap.

Gear up.

Secure channel seven.

Seven secure.

Did you do anything fun

Saturday night?

Well, all the guys

from my barbershop quartet are dead,

so, no, not really.

Coming up on the drop zone, Cap.

You know, if you ask Kristen out,

from Statistics, she'd probably say yes.

That's why I don't ask.

Too shy, or too scared?

Too busy!

Was he wearing a parachute?

No.

No, he wasn't.

Hey!

Thanks.

Yeah. You seemed pretty

helpless without me.

What about the nurse that

lives across the hall from you?

She seems kind of nice.

Secure the engine room,

then find me a date.

I'm multi-tasking.

You want a bullet in your head?

Okay.

Hey, sailor.

Hey!

Targets acquired.

S.T.R.I.K.E. in position.

Natasha, what's your status?

Status, Natasha.

Hang on!

Engine room secure.

On my mark.

Three...

Two... One.

I told you, S.H.I.E.L.D.

doesn't negotiate.

Hostages en route to extraction.

Romanoff missed

the rendezvous point, Cap.

Hostiles are still in play.

Natasha, Batroc's on the move.

Circle back to Rumlow

and protect the hostages.

Natasha.

Well, this is awkward.

What are you doing?

Backing up the hard drive.

It's a good habit to get into.

Rumlow needed your help.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're saving S.H.I.E.L.D. intel.

Whatever I can get my hands on.

Our mission is to rescue hostages.

No, that's your mission,

and you've done it beautifully.

You just jeopardized

this whole operation.

I think that's overstating things.

Okay.

That one's on me.

You're damn right.

You just can't stop yourself

from lying, can you?

I didn't lie.

Agent Romanoff

had a different mission than yours.

Which you didn't feel

obliged to share.

I'm not obliged to do anything.

Those hostages could

have died, Nick.

I sent the greatest soldier in history

to make sure that didn't happen.

Soldiers trust each other.

That's what makes it an army.

Not a bunch of guys

running around shooting guns.

Last time I trusted someone,

I lost an eye.

Look, I didn't want you doing

anything you weren't comfortable with.

Agent Romanoff is comfortable

with everything.

I can't lead a mission

when the people I'm leading

have missions of their own.

It's called compartmentalization.

Nobody spills the secrets,

because nobody knows them all.

Except you.

You're wrong about me.

I do share.

I'm nice like that.

- Insight bay.

- Captain Rogers does not have

clearance for Project Insight.

Director override.

Fury, Nicholas J.

Confirmed.

You know, they used to play music.

Yeah.

My grandfather operated one

of these things for 40 years.

Granddad worked in a nice building.

Got good tips.

He'd walk home every night,

a roll of ones stuffed in his lunch bag.

He'd say, "Hi."

People would say, "Hi" back.

Time went on,

the neighborhood got rougher.

He'd say, "Hi."

They'd say, "Keep on steppin'."

Granddad got to gripping that

lunch bag a little tighter.

Did he ever get mugged?

Every week some punk would say,

"What's in the bag?"

What would he do?

He'd show them.

Bunch of crumpled ones,

and a loaded .22 Magnum.

Yeah, Granddad loved people.

But he didn't trust them very much.

Yeah, I know.

They're a little bit

bigger than a .22.

This is Project Insight.

Three next-generation helicarriers

synced to a network

of targeting satellites.

Launched from the Lemurian Star.

Once we get them in the air,

they never need to come down.

Continuous sub-orbital flight,

courtesy of our new repulsor engines.

Stark?

He had a few suggestions

once he got an up-close look

at our old turbines.

These new long-range precision guns

can eliminate 1,000

hostiles a minute.

The satellites can read a terrorist's DNA

before he steps outside his spider hole.

We're gonna neutralize a lot of

threats before they even happen.

Thought the punishment

usually came after the crime.

We can't afford to wait that long.

Who's "we"?

After New York, I convinced

the World Security Council

we needed a quantum surge

in threat analysis.

For once, we're way

ahead of the curve.

By holding a gun to everyone on Earth

and calling it protection.

You know, I read those SSR files.

"Greatest Generation"?

You guys did some nasty stuff.

Yeah, we compromised.

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