With the power out, we see that the psychiatrist questioning Barnes is actually Zemo, who starts to read the key words that will activate the Winter Soldier.
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When Barnes wakes up, he tells Rogers and Wilson what Zemo asked him: the location of the Hydra base in Siberia, where there are five more Winter Soldiers in stasis. From there, Barton has arranged for a plane to get them to Siberia. However, Stark and Romanoff have some recruits of their own. Stark brings him to Berlin, giving him a fancy new costume. The heroes confront each other. Stark says he has to bring Barnes and the rest of them in.
The fight goes on for some time, with several of the heroes getting hurt. Barton and Wilson declare that they are willing to let themselves get captured so Barnes and Rogers can get to Siberia.
Stark and Rhodes fly after the quinjet that Rogers and Barnes have taken, but so does Wilson. Stark orders Vision to take Wilson out, but he misses and hits Rhodes, whose armor is trashed. Both Stark and Wilson try to catch him, but fail. Wilson, Barton, Maximoff, and Lang are taken to the Raft, a supermax for super-criminals. Meanwhile, F. Turns out Zemo is a Sokovian, and his entire family died during the battle against Ultron.
He also finds video footage on VHS!
Turns out that Howard and Maria Stark were in that car, and the items he was retrieving were the serums used for the five other Winter Soldiers. Stark is devastated, especially when it turns out that Rogers knew from his time in S. Zemo is put in the same type of tiny cell that Barnes was put in. Rogers breaks into the Raft to free the prisoners. In Queens, May Parker gives Peter ice for the black eye he received, which he says he got in a fight with a guy named Steve from Brooklyn.
Certain movies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe are focal points, major events that are either led up to by previous movies or have major consequences after the movie, or both. They butted heads in each of the two Avengers movies prior to this, and as Stark points out in this very movie, he had to grow up listening to his Dad go on about the great Captain America, so Stark was predisposed to be annoyed by him. The conflict between the two of them is completely believable. We never get away from anything long enough to forget it, and the diversions are all brief and impressive enough to work.
The institution of the U. The institution of Hydra tried to take over the world, twice. And he has always been guided by what he thinks is right. Just last week, I dinged Thor: Ragnarok for trying to re-create a sequence from the comics and not doing it justice.
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And everyone has their own truth. Vision agrees, citing logic and mathematics to make his point. What I love about the script is that both sides get a good hearing, and both sides have value and merit. I honestly think that both Stark for reasons mostly articulated by Rhodes and Vision and Rogers for reasons Rogers himself gives quite eloquently have good points. Because in the end he sees that the endless cycle of vengeance accomplishes nothing except adding to the body count.
Kurtz had painted this—in this very station more than a year ago—while waiting for means to go to his trading post. Every one knows that.
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We want,' he began to declaim suddenly, 'for the guidance of the cause intrusted to us by Europe, so to speak, higher intelligence, wide sympathies, a singleness of purpose. He paid no attention. Today he is chief of the best station, next year he will be assistant-manager, two years more and You are of the new gang—the gang of virtue. The same people who sent him specially also recommended you.
Oh, don't say no. I've my own eyes to trust. My dear aunt's influential acquaintances were producing an unexpected effect upon that young man. I nearly burst into a laugh. He hadn't a word to say. It was great fun. Kurtz,' I continued, severely, 'is General Manager, you won't have the opportunity.
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The moon had risen. Black figures strolled about listlessly, pouring water on the glow, whence proceeded a sound of hissing; steam ascended in the moonlight, the beaten nigger groaned somewhere. Pitiless, pitiless.
That's the only way. This will prevent all conflagrations for the future. I was just telling the manager I went on to the riverside, and the other followed me. I heard a scathing murmur at my ear, 'Heap of muffs—go to.
Several had still their staves in their hands. I verily believe they took these sticks to bed with them. Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through that dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart—its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life. The hurt nigger moaned feebly somewhere near by, and then fetched a deep sigh that made me mend my pace away from there. I felt a hand introducing itself under my arm.
Kurtz long before I can have that pleasure. I wouldn't like him to get a false idea of my disposition He, don't you see, had been planning to be assistant-manager by and by under the present man, and I could see that the coming of that Kurtz had upset them both not a little. He talked precipitately, and I did not try to stop him. I had my shoulders against the wreck of my steamer, hauled up on the slope like a carcass of some big river animal.
The smell of mud, of primeval mud, by Jove! The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver—over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself. I wondered whether the stillness on the face of the immensity looking at us two were meant as an appeal or as a menace. What were we who had strayed in here? Could we handle that dumb thing, or would it handle us?
I felt how big, how confoundedly big, was that thing that couldn't talk, and perhaps was deaf as well. What was in there? I could see a little ivory coming out from there, and I had heard Mr. Kurtz was in there. I had heard enough about it, too—God knows! Yet somehow it didn't bring any image with it—no more than if I had been told an angel or a fiend was in there. I believed it in the same way one of you might believe there are inhabitants in the planet Mars.
I knew once a Scotch sailmaker who was certain, dead sure, there were people in Mars. If you asked him for some idea how they looked and behaved, he would get shy and mutter something about 'walking on all-fours. I would not have gone so far as to fight for Kurtz, but I went for him near enough to a lie.
You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose.