Remember when I made you ride
the Cyclone at Coney Island? Yeah, and I threw up? This isn’t payback, is it? Now why would I do that? We were right. Dr Zola’s on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission
to open up the throttle. Wherever he’s going,
they must need him bad. Let’s get going,
because they’re moving like the devil. We only got about a 10-second window. You miss that window,
we’re bugs on a windshield. Mind the gap. Better get moving, bugs! Stop him! Fire again! – I had him on the ropes.
– I know you did. Get down! Fire again! Kill him! Now! Bucky! Hang on! Grab my hand!