The Fuhrer was, not to belabor a pun, absolutely furious. Positively seething, even. He had added a photograph of Diana Prince to his board of enemies, and the picture of Bucky Barnes had a black X across his face.

Every single member of Hitler's cabinet squirmed in their seat, but none more than Hermann Goering. The head of the Luftwaffe practically shook in his seat.

"Hermann..." Hitler intoned, almost softly. "Do you know vat zese are?" He asked as he pulled an ammunition box from behind his back.

"Mine Fuhrer, zat is a munitions case!" He said as he squirmed in his chair. The box had a deep red, almost brown stain on the front.

"WRONG!" The dictator shouted as he flung open the box, and slung its contents at Goering. Dozens of bloodstained epaulets scattered across the table in front of the Reichsmarschall.

"Zey are ze ranks of every single soldier who has failed to follow my orders vith regard to ze capture of Captain America." Hitler continued. "I have seen to ze execution of all of zem personally." The Fuhrer's icy words cut through the room. Some of them had known Hitler was on a rampage. None of them knew he was that mad.

"Time und again," Hitler said as he paced the length of the table. "Your men und mine have failed to accomplish ze simple task of apprehending von man."

"Mine Fuhrer," Goering begged. "He is qvite skilled und powerful! Und his men are-"

"ALL JUST MEN!" The dictator exclaimed as he slammed his fist into the table. "No matter how powerful ze Captain might be, it is but a simple task to capture a man! You separate him from his support!"

"But Fuhrer," Karl Donitz interjected. "The Captain und his men are inseparable! Und ze new von, zis voman-"

"Ze voman who cuts my men in two vith a sword she calls 'God Killer!'" The dictator exclaimed as he slashed through the air with his hand. "Ze voman who speaks perfect German to Americans und zey understand her!

"Ze von zey called 'Vonder Voman" at Auschwitz!" He took an angry breath through his nose and slammed his palms upon the table so swiftly as to make the entire table jump. "The voman zey say bullets bounce off! Ze voman..." He paused as his face quivered in rage. "Zome are saying is a goddess!"

"Mine Fuhrer, no von truly believes she is a goddess!" Heinrich Himmler said, with a forced tone of levity.

"Vhy not?" Hitler demanded, his eyes wild and face contorted with rage. "She fights vith ze fury of a storm und ze shtrength of Hercules! If ve truly vish to prove zat she und ze Invaders are flesh und blood..." The Fuhrer drew his sidearm and shot Hermann Goering in the head, to the shock of the rest of the assembled cabinet. He holstered the weapon and drew a knife from his belt. "Zen ve do sings my vay." Hitler cut Goering's rank stripes from his shoulder and threw them into the pile on the table.

Fury slammed his pointer against the projection screen. "Adolf Hitler has convened a special session of the Reichstag, the first one since forty-two. Word is, he's about to unveil something that will win them the war, and he wants all of Germany watching when he does. Y'all's job," he said, gesturing to the Commandos. "Is to infiltrate, neutralize Hitler's bodyguards, and capture Adolf Hitler alive." Fury turned to a man to his side with visible discomfort. "This is John Jameson, a photographer with the Gotham Times. President Truman wants him to capture the exact moment the Captain decks that Austrian Asshole."

"What's our point of entry?" Steve asked.

Fury pointed to the roof of the Reichstag building. "You're going in through the roof. You'll come in under cover of darkness the day before, escorted by our men inside the German army."

"We have men inside the German army?" Dugan asked, incredulously.

"More than you'd think." Fury retorted.

December 23rd, Berlin. Nazi Germany.

The German underground railroad was primarily made to transport persecuted peoples out of Germany to Allied or neutral territory. Today was one of few exceptions. They helped transport the Howling Commandos into the heart of Nazi territory. Most of the people who escorted the group were nameless civilians. They made little conversation, and pushed them along, through tunnels, between houses, until finally, they reached the final staging area. A grand house of a military man, who met them at the end of a tunnel in his cellar. They went over the plan a few times, until it was time to retire.

"You know." Dugan said. "I didn't expect us to get any support from inside the Wehrmacht."

The soldier, a young man by the name of Hugo, hesitated before he spoke. "Vonce upon a time, a young man went to ze Russian front, und did his nation proud. I killed many Russians to defend my homeland. I returned to Germany a grand hero. Zen I came home on leave to an empty neighborhood, und vat houses vere filled vere filled vith strangers. I vas told ze vons who vere missing vere all enemies of ze state, even vons I knew vere patriots, who'd broken no law. Ze Fuhrer tried to stoke my hate. I suppose in some vay he succeeded. Not in ze vay he intended. Zere is not a single man in ze vorld I hate more zan him."

"Many believe Hitler to be a god. Maybe even himself." Hugo said. "He believes zat his new veapon vill let him personally valk into Moscow und take all of Russia. Ze only vons he truly fears are you." He said, indicating Steve and his companions. "He sinks ze only threat to his 'godhood' is anozer god."

Steve and Diana exchanged an uncomfortable look.

Steve hesitated, then spoke. "I'm just a man. Not exactly a normal one, anymore, but a man nonetheless. No matter his delusions, I intend to show that he's just as human as the rest of us."

Diana's eyes flicked downward. "In some ways I hope you're right... And in others I hope you're wrong." She said.