“I was trying to help…” Bob muttered to himself. Pacing back and forth.

“Everybody’s got a reason for being here except this guy.” John spoke, unclipping his helmut, dropping it onto the floor. “Hey, Bobby. Less talking to yourself, more talking to us.”

Bob looked over at them but kept muttering to himself.

“I’m tired of this bullshit.” John uttered angrily. “You tell me how you got in here right goddamn now.”

“I swear, man, I-I just woke up in this place. One minute, I was, you know, getting my blood drawn for this medical study, and the next I’m in here.” He chuckled to himself. “In my pajamas. I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Okay, then show me where you woke up.” John raised his voice.

“In-In there.” Bob stuttered, pointing to the room behind him.

“Where everything’s on fire. That’s real convenient.” John walked away, angry.

“Walker, relax.” Yelena chimed in.

“You don’t remember anything? Bag over your head? A needle in your neck?” Ava asked.

“No.” Bob shook his head.

“Choke hold? Nerve pinch?” John hissed.

“No.” Bob answered once again.

“I think he’s just a civilian.” Yelena alleged.

“If he’s a civilian, he knows too much. If he’s an agent, he sucks. Either way I say we throw him back into the fire.” John explained.

Bob chuckled to himself. “Sorry. Look— You said you were Captain America?”

“Why are you laughing?” John grumbled.

“Just ’cause… you’re an asshole. You know?” He chuckled.

John fake laughs with him as he took a few steps forwards.

“It’s just funny. I mean…” Bob giggled.

John quickly stops laughing as he aggressively pushes Bob back against the rock wall, fuming.