News of the fight, which wasn't exactly a secret, still reached Lynn's ears.
Motoko Kusanagi only mentioned it briefly in her daily briefing.
The language used is objective and devoid of any emotional coloring.
Lynn did not respond after hearing this.
It's like hearing that a part has been replaced on a certain production line.
Steve Rogers also made no further attempts to "correct" the Soldier Boy.
The punch that landed squarely on the Soldier Boy's face, only to be met with a contemptuous smile, taught him many lessons.
The captain chose to fight in his own way.
The tide of war will not stop because of the conflict between two pieces.
April 1944.
The Denmark Strait, under German occupation.
The Stormfront swept across the sea like sharp blades.
A Hydra fleet is struggling to cross this deadly route.
They were escorting something a thousand times more valuable than gold and weapons.
Research data on the Tesseract.
A Hydra naval officer was intently staring through binoculars at the churning dark clouds in the distance.
Suddenly, he saw a black dot rapidly falling from the snowstorm.
"Meteorite?"
The next second, the black dot slammed into the Bismarck -class battleship at the very front of the fleet.
"Boom!"
The steel deck was smashed into a horrific dent, and the shockwave blew away the surrounding anti-aircraft guns.
Through the officer's binoculars.
A man in a dark green uniform slowly stood up from the impact crater.
He brushed the ice off his clothes and gave the terrified Germany sailors a smile they would never forget.
Soldier Boy.
Despair is the only language.
He stood atop the burning wreckage of the battleship, letting the icy seawater pound against his body, and roared triumphantly at the sky.
His might instilled fear in the Germany navy throughout the Atlantic Ocean.
June 6, 1944.
Normandy.
The largest amphibious landing operation in human history has begun.
" My God..."
A young soldier from Ohio lies prone on the sand of Omaha Beach.
He looked at the crossfire of German MG42 machine guns ahead and prayed desperately.
Bullets, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaped the lives of his comrades.
Just then, a "meteorite" fell from the sky.
The Soldier Boy crashed onto the beach, kicking up sand more dramatically than when a shell exploded.
He ignored the bullets that could easily tear through steel and charged towards a fortified bunker through the barrage of fire.
Then, to the astonishment of countless Allies soldiers, he tore the concrete bunker in two with his bare hands.
"I... I didn't see wrong, did I?"
The veteran next to the young soldier rubbed his eyes hard.
"Shut up! Keep up!"
Another "sun" rises in the sky.
Jim Hammond the Human Torch incinerated every enemy plane that dared to take flight.
This cleared the way for Allies air power.
"Hey John, what do you think about buying Vought International stock when we get home?"
"You fucking live to get home first!"
Steve Rogers led the Howling Commandos, charging through mud and blood alongside the main force.
He didn't possess the divine power to fly or disappear into the earth; he only had a shield and brute strength.
He might fall, but he's always the first to get up and the first to charge forward.
Three "heroes" together composed the prelude to this victory in three completely different ways.
From this point on, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.
June 11, 1944.
Faced with overwhelming force and the Allies armored onslaught, the German command surrendered to the Allies.
The flames of war in Europe are dying down.
But everyone knew the war was not over.
That red skull still stands in the heart of Europe.
Hydra is the final enemy.
February 1, 1945.
Intelligence from the Strategic Scientific Reserve was delivered to the Allies front.
They located the trail of Dr. Zola, Hydra's chief scientist.
During the operational meeting, the Soldier Boy glanced at the operational briefing and tossed it aside dismissively.
"It's just another one of these petty squabbles."
He sat with his legs crossed, trimming his nails with a small knife, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
"Catching a mouse hiding in the lab requires such a huge fuss? Captain, you're getting more and more timid."
Steve clenched his fist under the table, but he didn't argue.
Bucky Barnes patted him on the shoulder and mouthed, "Ignore him."
A reassuring smile, as always, graced his face.
"Let's go, Steve, let's go catch that son of a bitch scientist, then we'll all go back to Brooklyn for a drink!"
The Howling Commandos is fully assembled.
They were Steve's most trusted comrades-in-arms, and his only source of warmth on this battlefield.
They destroyed three of Hydra's disguised strongholds in succession.
The Howling Commandos intercepted a speeding armed train at a pass.
Zola is up there!
Battle breaks out.
The Howling Commandos members successfully boarded the train using grappling hooks.
A fierce gunfight ensued with Hydra soldiers inside the cramped train carriage.
Captain America took the lead.
The Vibranium Shield blocked the streak of blue energy beams, an unstoppable force.
He and Bucky were back to back.
One is the main attacker, and the other is the cover.
They quickly advanced into the middle carriage of the train.
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
Suddenly, an energy blast blasted a hole in the side wall of the carriage.
The gale, accompanied by ice and snow, howled in like the claws of a demon.
The captain and Bucky were both thrown into the air by the impact.
The captain's back slammed heavily against the opposite carriage wall, while Bucky...
Bucky's body slammed uncontrollably into the hole, half of his body hanging outside the car.
Only one hand was gripping the broken metal handrail tightly!
" Bucky!"
Steve's eyes were bloodshot.
He tried to rush over, but was held back by Hydra soldiers wielding energy weapons.
" Steve!"
Bucky struggled to shout in the howling wind, his face reddened by the wind and snow.
His hand was slowly slipping away.
"Grab my hand!"
Steve roared and hurled his shield with all his might.
After knocking the enemy unconscious, he recklessly reached out to his childhood friend.
Two hands crossed in the air.
Their fingertips were almost touching.
So close!
It was so close!
Bucky Barnes ' hand finally slipped off the metal armrest.
He looked at Steve and gave him a relieved smile.
His body plunged into the bottomless abyss.
The wind and snow swallowed his figure.
"No--!!!"
Captain America let out a heart-wrenching roar, his voice filled with despair and endless regret.
He watched helplessly as his best friend vanished completely from his life.
Anim Zola has been arrested.
He hid in the last carriage of the train.
When the Howling Commandos kicked open the door, he immediately raised his hands and walked out, trembling.
They were terrified that if they were even a second too slow, they would be riddled with bullets.
The Howling Commandos has won.
But no one cheered.
The surviving team members silently packed up their weapons, avoiding their captain's gaze.
The Vought Tower.
Motoko Kusanagi handed a report of casualties to Lynn.
Sergeant James Buchanan Sergeant Barnes confirmed dead.
He watched quietly for a long time.
"Very good."
"A perfect hero needs a perfect tragedy to be made."
"Now, my good captain... you are finally whole."