Male: Stagger, get him!
Captain America: God and country, if these reach the front lines they'll cut our boys to pieces. Got to destroy it all...but fast. Igniting a few ammo caches should blow this place sky high.
That should do it. Got to get out, fast!
That was close.
Zola: Can you hear me, American? Every man in this facility is hunting you. Pray one of them finds you before I do.
Captain America: That lift is my ticket to the rooftop.
Male: Open fire!
Captain America: Let's see... Alpha Delta Four Four Delta... and open sesame.