In the cavernous Hydra factory, Steve Rogers moves with silent precision between rows of futuristic weapons, their eerie blue glow casting shadows. Spotting a small, pulsating device on a metal workbench, he swiftly pockets it, the unearthly light dimming as it disappears into his gear.

Ascending to the second level of the prison block, Steve ambushes a Hydra guard, knocking him out with a single blow. Peering down into the dimly lit cells, he sees the haggard faces of the 107th prisoners staring back.

Gabe, a prisoner with a skeptical squint, calls out, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Steve, gripping the guard’s keys, replies firmly, “I’m Captain America.”

Pinky, a British prisoner, blinks in disbelief. “I beg your pardon?”

Steve unlocks the cell door, swinging it open to free the men. As they shuffle out, Dum-Dum Dugan notices a Japanese soldier emerging from an adjacent cell. He raises an eyebrow, muttering, “What, are we taking everybody?”