Love, Agent Delacroix

All that's left are bodies

ALLIED HEADQUARTERS, INTERROGATION CELL - DAY-

We see a tabletop and hear a scrape as something is pushed from bottom of frame comes...A PLATE OF STEAK, WITH POTATO AND BROCCOLI ON THE SIDE. Tilt up to see Zola sitting, looking suspicious. "What is this?" Phillips slides over some silverware. 'It's a steak."

"What's in it?"

"Cow? Doctor, do you have any idea how hard it is to get hold of a prime cut like this out here?"

"I don't eat meat."

"Ever?"

"It disagrees with me."

"How about cyanide? Does that give you a rumbly tummy too?" Phillips slides the plate to his side and cuts into the meat himself, munching contentedly... "Every Hydra agent we've tried to take alive has cracked a little tablet before we could stop them. But not you. So here's my brilliant theory: you want to live."

"Are you trying to intimidate me, Colonel?"

"I bought you dinner!" He slides a piece of paper over to Zola, who reads aloud: DR. ARNIM ZOLA (Given the valuable information he has provided, and in exchange for his full cooperation, Doctor Zola is being remanded to Switzerland -) "Sent that to DC this morning. Of course, it was encoded-say, you haven't broken those codes, have you? That'd be awkward..."

"Schmidt will know this is a lie." Zola says not very confident. "He's still gonna kill you. You're a liability, Doc. You know more about Schmidt than anyone. Oh, and the last man you cost us was Captain Rogers' closest friend and our Dear Agent Delacroix's Boyfriend, so I wouldn't count on the very best in protection." Philips put the silverware down. "It's you or him. That's just what she dealt. Zola knows he's right. Genuine fear tinges his response: "By the time you act, it will be too late. Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him."

"Huh. You do realize that's nuts, don't you?"

"The sanity of the plan is of little consequence."

"And why's that?"

"Because he can do it." Philips furrows his brows. "What's his target?" Zola just looks at him, incredulous. "Everywhere."

THE WHIP & FIDDLE PUB - DAY-

Peggy steps through the make-shift door. Steve sips from a beer at the bar. Brianna's Drinking from a bottle of bourbon. She looked almost dead. Emotionally that is. "Doctor Erskine told me the serum wouldn't just work on my muscles and my reflexes - he said it would work in my cells, create a protective system of healing, of regenerating. Which means..." He turns to her, somber but clear-eyed... "I can't get drunk. Did you know that?"

"Your metabolism burns three times faster than average. He thought it could be one of the side effects." Peggy says solemly. "Probably didn't want anybody stealing his schnapps." Steve jokes dryly. "It wasn't your fault."

"You read the report?' Steve asks glancing at her, "Yes."

"Then you know that's not true."

"You did everything you could"

"I got in over my head. Bucky waded in and pulled me out, just like he always did. And the one time he needed me to return the favor, I couldn't." Steve explains, I just drink the liquor that lost its burn awhile ago. "I doubt it's that simple."

"All I had to do was hold him."

"Did you believe in your friend? Respect him?" He looks up at her. "Of course."