Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(GROANING)
sending in a fragile Fräulein to fight for them.
Yes, Saturday night.
A shield is not a plan. Oh, Carter...
Agent Carter, wouldn't you be more comfortable in the booth?
After turning the tide of World War II,
(ENGINE REVS)
(SOLDIER GRUNTS)
(WHIRRING SLOWS)
Monsters? No one prepared me for actual monsters.
PEGGY: The last intel report said the 107th hit enemy fire here.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I was promised an army.
what they were looking for could power London.
(FOOTSTEPS MARCHING)
You have a Super Soldier.
Bucky's unit is now 50 kilometers behind the front line.
All this to make one Super Soldier.
Something about this smells as fresh as three-day-old fish.
"Demands"? "Demands," does he?
Oh. I'm not a... You know...
I think I'm friends with him, too.
creating alternate worlds from the ones you know.