"Trackers in place," Bucky reports, as he sprints after Klaue's SUV, leaving the wreckage of the other for the rest of the agents on the outside team to mop up. "I have Klaue in sight."

It won't be for long if he can't get in reach before they hit an open stretch of road. Bucky pulls a machine pistol from behind his back and lets out two controlled bursts, trying to take out the tires - and swears as the bullets hit and have no real effect. "Run-flat tires," he reports. "Bulletproof glass. Going in."

He picks up his pace, preparing for another leap, and then glances at the car that pulls up to the side of him, clearly also in pursuit for some reason. With an inward shrug, Bucky leaps to land on its trunk. "Faster!" he yells. "You'll lose him!"