An underground resistance bar in Nazi-occupied France. Exterior shot. From the outside it’s little more than a shack, deep in the forests of Rethondes. There’s snow on the ground and the windows are boarded up to prevent light getting out – though enough illumination peeps through the boards to prepare us for the party inside.
BUCKY (from inside): And then – pow! Right on the jaw!
Inside the bar, Bucky is regaling a group of inebriated GIs with the story of how Cap punched out Hitler. (See the cover of Captain America #1, etc.) The GIs are cheering, raising their glasses, toasting Captain America… who sits to one side of the group, looking uncomfortable. Across the bar, James Montgomery Falsworth, the original Union Jack, sits quietly watching Cap.
BUCKY: Take that, Adolph!
GIs: Hooray! Weeeooow! Right on the jaw! Sock it to him!
The celebration continues and hardly anyone notices Cap leave the bar. Union Jack is still watching.
Cap stands out on the porch of the shack, looking out into the dark woods, thinking. Union Jack has followed him, though he’s still off-panel here.
UNION JACK (O/P): You should have killed him while you had the chance.
Cap turns to look at Falsworth, looking stern, ready for an argument.
CAP: You weren’t there, James… the opportunity wasn’t… we’re supposed to be…
UNION JACK: They hit London again last night. Six hundred people dead. Two of my uncles included.
Union Jack walks away from Cap, out into the snowy forest. He doesn’t look back. Cap watches him go. He tries to argue, but he realises this isn’t the time.
UNION JACK: Still, next time, maybe when the Luftwaffe are flying over Washington...