Let's just say the fight with damn Captain America wasn't easy. It's surprising that Zemo volunteered to help them, but well, the more the merrier.

Captain America aka John flew into the wall with a loud "thump" sound, losing consciousness from the impact. Bucky walked up and raised his shield, looking down at John with disdain.

"That's what you get for stealing Steve's identity, fake." He muttered.

Sam put his hand on his shoulder. "Relax, Buck." Zemo nodded, adjusting his gloves. "I dare say it wasn't too difficult to defeat him."

They headed towards the exit, but... on the way they came across a room with a wide open door.

"Think it's worth checking out? Maybe John left the super soldier serum here." Sam asked. They looked at each other and then went into the room. But the room was empty, except for... a baby crib right in the center. All the light falling into the room fell directly on the cradle.

"What the hell.." Bucky frowned.

They came closer. The cradle was covered with cloth, and on it lay a piece of paper with one inscription:

"Please take care of him."

Zemo reached out and removed the cloth. The three of them recoiled from the cradle. Bucky muttered curses, Zemo raised his eyebrows, Sam gasped.

In the light-flooded cradle lay a child... with two white-gold wings and a halo. The child's entire body was covered with incomprehensible golden hieroglyphs.