he fights rumlow.

"there are no prisoners with h.y.d.r.a." brock rumlow seethed. "just order. and order only comes through pain." sam stood up shakily from the punch that had been landed against his nose only moments before. "you ready for yours?"

"man, shut the hell up."

your voice called through his earpiece as you swooped into the forty-first floor. "on your left, bitch!" you yelled, flying down to sam and holding onto him tightly. he gripped onto your arm before you swung back up, hurtling yourself through the glass panes and dropping sam into the helicopter below.

"you really had to say that?" he asked as you landed beside him, sitting across from natasha and slipping on one of the headsets.

"i saved your life from that." you pointed to the helicarrier that began to decimate the entire triskelion, shrugging. "i had to."