Oh, right. SH— your employer likes to use planes, don't they. Like those big helicarrier things?

[ As he thinks about it, a dusty memory yawns its way to life in a series of disconnected images: a HYDRA infiltration. Moving his way steadily through one of said helicarriers. His fist; Steve's cheek. He makes a thoughtful noise. ]

I jumped off one once as it was crashing.

[ No big deal. ]