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.
Christina Raynor: Now that you've stopped fighting, what do you want?
Bucky Barnes: Peace.
Christina Raynor: That is utter bullsh*t.
Bucky Barnes: You're a terrible shrink.
Christina Raynor: I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies, and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell. And, James, it is very hard to escape. Look, I know that you have been through a lot, but you've got your mind back, you are being pardoned. I mean, these are good things. You're free.