[ the voicemail of brock rumlow ]

Hello, Liza or whoever hears this voicemail on her phone. Two days ago, this woman has been found heavily damaged. S.H.I.E.L.D's fault, obviously. These fuckers don't know how to use a gun properly... Or a shield because.. this girl. The girl who changed my life in a good way has been shot and hit while she was working at her organisation. She has been kept in a coma to enlighten the pain for her and the doctors don't know if her body will ever be able to function normally again. This brings me to my point of this voicemail.

Captain America, I will have your head and all of your fucking extra-ordinary humans. You are a threat to this world. A threat I am not willing to work with anymore.
You may pray to your God that I won't take your life tonight, or tomorrow. Because I will be watching in the shadows, waiting 'till death takes you.

....end of the voicemail