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T H R E E

[Steve goes to a PTSD group meeting where Sam is counselling other veterans]

Female War Veteran: The thing is I think it's getting worse. A cop pulled me over last week, he thought I was drunk. I swerved to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED.

Sam Wilson: Some stuff you leave there, other stuff you bring back. It's our job to figure out how to carry it. Is it gonna be in a big suitcase or in a little man-purse? It's up to you.

[after the meeting ends Steve waits for Sam as he finishes saying goodbye to the veterans]

Female War Veteran: I'll see you next week.

Sam Wilson: Yeah.

Female War Veteran: Yeah. [Sam walks over to Steve]

Sam Wilson: Look who it is. The running man.

"I wouldn't call that a run."

"More like a velocist."

"True."

Steve Rogers: Caught the last few minutes. It's pretty intense.

Sam Wilson: Yeah, brother, we all got the same problems. Guilt, regret.

Steve Rogers: You lose someone?

Sam Wilson: My wingman, Riley. Flying a night mission.Standard PJ rescue op, nothing we hadn't done a thousand times before, till RPG knock Riley's dumb ass out of the sky. Nothing I could do. It's like I was up there just to watch.

Steve Rogers: I'm sorry.

Sam Wilson: After that, I had really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know?

Steve Rogers: But you're happy now, back in the world?

Sam Wilson: Hey, the number of people giving me orders is down to about zero. So, hell, yeah. You thinking about getting out?

Steve Rogers: No. I don't know. To be honest, I don't know what I would do with myself if I did.

Sam Wilson: Ultimate fighting? [Steve laughs] It's just a great idea off the top of my head. But seriously, you could do whatever you want to do. What makes you happy?

Steve Rogers: I don't know.

"You still don't know?"

"No..."

[as Fury drives through the city he instructs his car computer to make a call]

Fury's Car: Activating communications encryption protocol.

Nick Fury: Open secure line zero-four-zero-five.

Fury's Car: Confirmed.

Maria Hill: This is Hill.

Nick Fury: I need you here in D.C. Deep shadow conditions.

Maria Hill: Give me four hours.

Nick Fury: You have three, over. [Fury stops at a red traffic light, he looks over to the next car and sees the two police officers in the car look at him with suspicion] Want to see my lease? [the policemen quickly sound their police horn once before they start to drive off, as Fury goes to drive off suddenly another police car smashes into his car, his car is then surrounded by several other police cars crashing into him; inside his car Fury is injured]