Joaquin Torres: We're at 200 feet. It's too low for a chute.

Bucky Barnes: I don't need it anyway.

Joaquin Torres: You sure about that?

Bucky Barnes: Yeah. (rips off his sleeve)

(Bucky jumps out of the plane, using his metal arm to slow down his fall by catching to trees... Hits the ground rough anyway...)

Sam Wilson (through Redwing): I have all of that on camera. You know that, right?

Bucky Barnes: Get out of my face, Sam, or I'll break it.