The death of Captain America (part one)

"Thank you, sir..."

The wariness finally faded from Captain America's face, replaced by sincere gratitude. He nodded solemnly. "I understand. You're right. For now, I should prove my innocence through legal channels first."

"Then I'll leave all the arrangements to you, sir."

At those words, the smile on Alexander Pierce's deeply lined face grew even broader, as though he was genuinely relieved by Captain America's understanding and cooperation.

He deliberately put on an emotional air, reached out to clap Captain America firmly on the shoulder, and said half-jokingly:

"Good, very good... Captain, I'm glad you see it that way."

"However..." His tone shifted, and a hint of apology appeared on his face. "I'm afraid you'll have to put up with a little inconvenience today. Under standard procedure, you'll need to spend tonight in a S.H.I.E.L.D. holding cell before going to court tomorrow."

"But I can promise you that we'll give you the most comfortable one."

With that, he personally accompanied Captain America to the office door, wearing that same gentle yet reassuring smile all the way.

He opened the door and instructed Brock Rumlow and the other trusted agents who had been guarding it. "Rumlow, take the captain downstairs. Find him a quiet, comfortable holding cell. Look after him and make sure he gets a good night's rest."

His gaze briefly met Rumlow's, carrying a meaning only they understood. "Then, tomorrow, you will personally escort the captain to the Supreme Court."

"Remember, take every precaution on the way."

Having already been briefed, Brock Rumlow immediately understood. Without any change in expression, he gave a slight nod and answered in a low voice:

"Yes, sir. We'll get it done."

Then Brock Rumlow and several other members of the tactical team surrounded Captain America as though escorting a hardened criminal and led