"Status report on the Captain," ordered Zemo, striding into the dim monitoring room with an authoritative air. He didn't give the slightest hint that he was pleased with how everything had gone so far - he couldn't compromise his well-established, disciplined attitude of dutiful seriousness. Not when everything had, after all, gone so very well. The celebration of their victim's death - or perhaps it would be victims', depending on how the asset decided to behave (and if he would ever cooperate about that confounded mission report!) - would certainly be had, in its due time. But for the present, it was enough to watch with amused but hidden pleasure as the unsuspecting man walked willingly to his long-awaited, especially unpleasant death.
"As far as I can tell, sir, we remain undetected," came the security guard's reply as he adjusted the focus on one of the monitors. On it were two small but unmistakable characters - a war captain and his nearly invisible friend.
"Are we picking up any audio, agent?" rasped the Baron, his accent thickening in his attempt to hide his excitement.
"Barely, sir. And unfortunately it's hard to decipher. The target hasn't talked very much, and he hasn't said anything that would appear to be of consequence."
It's a shame, really, that he's so silent before the words that will be his last." The villain sighed and shook his head in mock sympathy. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Keep eyes on him." The agent saluted as the Baron walked away. To himself he continued, "I shall consult Rumlow before I carry out my plan, to eliminate all doubt that he has a better one. Though, I admit, there's little doubt to be rid of. I must say I will be quite impressed if he can come up with anything better."