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(CAPTAIN AMERICA is currently fighting SIG. TRAIETTORIA (New character), who’s already knocked out BUCKY, making it a solid one-on-one fight. SIG TRAIETTORIA (which roughly translates from Italian to “Mr. Trajectory”) is meant to be a BATROC type character with a touch of BULLSEYE, and originally hailing from Italy.)
(6 Panels)
Panel 1: CAPTAIN AMERICA’s shield flies past SIG. TRAIETTORIA and bounces off a wall as he leaps out of the way.
SFX: Ding!
SIG. TRAIETTORIA: ma c'non è un uomo vivo…
Panel 2: SIG. TRAIETTORIA catches the shield and throws it back at CAPTAIN AMERICA as it moves behind where he was.
SIG. TRAIETTORIA: chi può outfight!
Panel 3: CAPTAIN AMERICA dodges his shield, causing it to fly behind him and bounce off a wall.
SFX: Donk!
Panel 4: CAPTAIN AMERICA catches his shield.
Panel 5: CAPTAIN AMERICA swing his shield around, causing SIG. TRAIETTORIA to hit it directly.
SFX: Thunk!
SIG. TRAIETTORIA: Ow!
Panel 6: CAPTAIN AMERICA swings his shield so that it hits SIG. TRAIETTORIA in an uppercut.
SFX: WAM!
(END PAGE)
Panel One.
An underground resistance bar in Nazi-occupied France. Exterior shot. From the outside it’s little more than a shack, deep in the forests of Rethondes. There’s snow on the ground and the windows are boarded up to prevent light getting out – though enough illumination peeps through the boards to prepare us for the party inside.
BUCKY (from inside): And then – pow! Right on the jaw!
Panel Two.
Inside the bar, Bucky is regaling a group of inebriated GIs with the story of how Cap punched out Hitler. (See the cover of Captain America #1, etc.) The GIs are cheering, raising their glasses, toasting Captain America… who sits to one side of the group, looking uncomfortable. Across the bar, James Montgomery Falsworth, the original Union Jack, sits quietly watching Cap.
BUCKY: Take that, Adolph!
GIs: Hooray! Weeeooow! Right on the jaw! Sock it to him!
Panel Three.
The celebration continues and hardly anyone notices Cap leave the bar. Union Jack is still watching.
Panel Four.
Cap stands out on the porch of the shack, looking out into the dark woods, thinking. Union Jack has followed him, though he’s still off-panel here.
UNION JACK (O/P): You should have killed him while you had the chance.
Panel Five.
Cap turns to look at Falsworth, looking stern, ready for an argument.
CAP: You weren’t there, James… the opportunity wasn’t… we’re supposed to be…
UNION JACK: They hit London again last night. Six hundred people dead. Two of my uncles included.
Panel Six.
Union Jack walks away from Cap, out into the snowy forest. He doesn’t look back. Cap watches him go. He tries to argue, but he realises this isn’t the time.
CAP: James…!
UNION JACK: Still, next time, maybe when the Luftwaffe are flying over Washington...
1. A tv studio. Steve Rogers sits on a stool, being interviewed about his time in World War II. He is on his Military uniform. Steve is not very comfortable talking about it, which can be seen in his face. He is addressing the host of the show (off panel).
STEVE ROGERS
Smell. It’s the sense that most closely links us to memory. A whiff of perfume reminding us of a girl we loved. A bakery door that smells like grandma’s kitchen. Then the smells that we will never be able to forget.
2. A close up of Steve’s face. He is recalling a memory.
STEVE ROGERS
After 64 years I can still recall it clearly.
I put it down to the odour caused by their wet field grey uniforms, mixed with their pink disinfectant and black bread that was part of their rations.
3. A shot of Steve’s hands. The stiffness of his cuffs is visible, with his hands open. His palms are facing upwards, fingers upturned. They are loose, as if his body is remembering the story as well as his memory.
STEVE ROGERS
Near the Chateau de la Londe we came across a German dug out, only recently vacated. It was constructed as a square room, cut into a steep bank of earth.
It was a complete home. Tables, chairs and bits of furniture. In the far corner was a stove. But the smell. That German smell. It was very strong. Pungent.
4. Same as Panel 1. Steve is now back to addressing our host (off panel). He is rigid, looking uncomfortable.
STEVE ROGERS
I have not smelled it since. And hope that I never will.
It has been documented that Allied troops reported a distinct odour from both German troops and their vehicles. It is unknown whether this is due to the uniform of the German soldier getting wet in the rain, or their diet. However, this smell is what helped many Allied troops locating German’s during night raids in WW2. It has been reported that this distinctive smell has not been encountered by Veterans after WW2.
Bucky: It’s not as crazy as it feels.
Cap: It feels like I’ll never get used to change.
Cap: My body, these weapons…the enemy. World’s growing at an exponential rate.
Bucky: That’s not a good thing?
Cap: For every good an equal evil will mirror.
Bucky: Then we’ll always have to be better.
Cap: We’re riding a giant ice bullet.
Bucky: It’s just a ship, Cap. Pykecrete isn’t magic, it’s science.
Cap: Feels like a mistake.
Cap: …
Cap: If war is hell then why am I so damn cold.
Bucky: I don’t know, Cap.