In the Strategic Scientific Reserve facility in Brooklyn, Colonel Phillips stands firm, his voice resolute. “We are taking the fight to Hydra. Pack your bags, Agent Carter. You, too, Stark. We’re flying to London tonight.”

Steve Rogers steps forward. “Sir? If you’re going after Schmidt, I want in.”

Phillips’ eyes narrow, dismissive. “You’re an experiment. You’re going to Alamogordo.”

“The serum worked,” Steve insists.

Phillips shakes his head, turning away. “I asked for an army and all I got was you. You are not enough.”

As Phillips strides off, Senator Brandt approaches Steve, waving his fedora toward the departing colonel. “With all due respect to the Colonel, I think we may be missing the point. I’ve seen you in action, Steve. More importantly, the country’s seen it.” He gestures to an assistant. “Paper.” The assistant hands over a copy of the New York Examiner, its headline screaming, “NAZIS IN NEW YORK – MYSTERY MAN SAVES CHILD.” Brandt continues, “The enlistment lines have been around the block since your picture hit the newsstands. You don’t take a soldier, a symbol like that, and hide him in a lab. Son, do you want to serve your country on the most important battlefield of the war?”

Steve’s gaze is unwavering. “Sir, that’s all I want.”

Brandt smiles, decisive. “Then, congratulations. You just got promoted.”

The scene shifts to a close-up of Steve, now clad in a navy blue collarless shirt, his expression showing  great unease.