In the chaotic Hydra factory, Dr. Arnim Zola glances up from his control panel, his face showing concern as he studies Johann Schmidt’s actions.

Outside, Gabe Jones clambers into an advanced Hydra tank, finding Dum-Dum Dugan hunched over the unfamiliar controls. “Hey,” Dugan mutters, “not exactly a Buick.”

Gabe points to a switch on the panel. “That one. ‘Zündung.’”

“Zündung?” Dugan repeats, skeptical.

From the tank’s roof, Falsworth leans into the hatch, shouting, “Get this thing going, Dugan!”

Dugan smirks at Gabe. “I didn’t know you spoke German.”

“Three semesters at Howard, switched to French, girls much cuter,” Gabe quips.

“Didn’t ask for the résumé,” Dugan retorts, flipping the switch. The tank roars to life. Falsworth fires the cannon, obliterating a deuce-and-a-half truck in a fiery blast. Dugan lets out a hearty “Wahoo!” as more cannon shots tear through the factory yard.

In the yard, the escaped 107th prisoners overwhelm Hydra guards in a fierce battle. Guards shout, “On your left! Up top!” as they struggle to hold ground.

Schmidt, watching a video monitor, spots Steve Rogers smashing Hydra soldiers with relentless precision. Schmidt’s expression hardens, and he begins flipping self-destruct switches on the control panels. Countdown timers flicker to life across multiple displays.

Zola, alarmed, steps forward. “No, no! What are you doing?”

Schmidt calmly explains, “Our forces are outmatched.”