In the London lab, Howard Stark, dazed from the explosion, rises groggily. “Write that down,” he mutters to his assistant, who’s still sprawled on the floor.

At the Strategic Scientific Reserve offices, Steve Rogers strides in.

A blonde private, Lorraine, sits reading a Stars & Stripes newspaper, its headline blaring, “400 PRISONERS LIBERATED.” Steve clears his throat. “Excuse me. I’m looking for Mr. Stark.”

Lorraine, engrossed, doesn’t look up. “He’s in with Colonel Phillips.”

She glances up, her eyes widening as she recognizes Captain America. “Of course, you’re welcome to wait.” With no chairs available, Steve leans against a desk.

Lorraine smiles, her tone warm. “I uh… read about what you did.”

“Oh, the…” Steve shifts, sheepish. “Yeah. Well, that’s, you know. Just doin’ what needed to be done.”

“Sounded like more than that,” Lorraine says, wiggling her ankle playfully. “You saved nearly 400 men.”

Steve shrugs. “Really, it’s not a big deal.”

She stands, sauntering toward him. “Tell that to their wives.”

Steve crosses his arms, uneasy. “Uh, I don’t think they were all married.”

Lorraine steps closer, too close. “You’re a hero.”

“Well, that depends on the definition, really,” Steve stammers.

She grabs his tie, her voice sultry. “The women of America…”