New York, Long Island, Robert Moses Bridge.
An inconspicuous truck sped across the bridge, swerving recklessly through traffic and drawing curses from countless drivers.
"Hey! You asshole behind the wheel, watch where you're going! Go eat shit!"
A blond young man was driving a newly bought sports car, with a girl he had just picked up sitting in the passenger seat. Figuring it was time to show off his masculinity, he yanked the wheel, cut in beside the truck, rolled down his window, and began cursing.
The truck's window rolled down in response.
A man with long black hair whipping wildly in the wind leaned out. A metal mask covered half his face, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
Then he extended an arm gleaming with metallic chill, a pitch-black handgun in his hand, its muzzle aimed steadily at the young man's head.
"..."
A cold gust swept past, and the blond youth instantly sobered up.
"Wow, man, your arm is really cool..."
The young man gave an awkward laugh, then silently hit the brakes and fell behind at a crawl.
Inside the truck's cab, the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, expressionlessly withdrew his gun and placed his metal hand back on the steering wheel.
"You scared him, Bucky." Steve Rogers, in the passenger seat, rubbed his brow. "We agreed this would be a covert operation."
Bucky gave him a cold glance.
"You mean storming the New Avengers Base a few hours ago, beating everyone there into the ground, grabbing the goods, and running... that whole process counts as a 'covert operation,' Steve?"
"That was an accident," Steve said helplessly. "We had already planned for a secret operation and prepared contingencies for every possibility..."
"But unfortunately, none of them came in handy."
"Every time, it's like this," Sam Wilson,