Back in Seattle, Washington, a middle aged white man with thinning brown hair in a wheelchair wearing a button-down shirt and slacks, was strolling around downtown with a backpack on his back with an angry look on his face. He went to his apartment complex and entered his apartment. As he enters his apartment, he slams his backpack down to the ground. He went to his living room and there were pictures of Dominic all over his living room. But these pictures all had either a red X across his face or a sharp object stab through the picture. He looked at his pictures of Dominic and then looked at his legs. "He will pay for what he has done to me." the man said. He went to his bedroom and in his room, there was a large poster of Baron Zemo hanging in his room. As he looked at the poster he said, "Hail Hydra." In his bedroom, there was a table in his room and on top of it there was a pair of long boots that appear to be mechanically made. He went to the table and looked at the boots and stared at them. "As soon as I put these over my legs, I should have the ability to walk again." he said. He grabbed the boots and put one boot over his foot and soon over his entire leg. He did the same thing to his other leg and took a deep breath. He pressed a button on the boots and a couple of dim lights lit on the boots. After that, there were sharp needles in the boots that carefully injected him with a drug he made himself. He let out a slight groan and was pretty relaxed after that. The process was finally done and he took a deep breath. He very slowly tried to get out of his chair. He finally made it out of his chair and stood very still. "Okay." the man said. He started to walk around his room by taking very small steps. As he continued to walk around his room, his step size increased. He walked out of his room and started walking around his apartment in amazement. He stopped walking for a second and said, "Finally! After many attempts, it finally worked!" A big smile appeared on his face and he walked to another part of his apartment. "This medicine in my legs will only last for so long but it is enough for a few hours." he said to himself. In the room he was in, there was a robotic suit in which he built himself inside a glass case. "I will soon have my revenge on Dominic Middleton if my name isn't Christopher Chambers." he said. He looked at a notebook that was sitting on top of a table. He grabbed the notebook and said, "And now I am one step closer to getting my revenge on Stealth." He started flipping through the pages and stopped at one page in particular. "Next stop. The Raft.