Clint Barton: Cap.
Steve Rogers: You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice.
Clint Barton: Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt.
Steve Rogers: Thanks for having my back.
Wanda Maximoff: It was time to get off my ass.
Bucky Barnes: We should get moving.
Clint Barton: We got a chopper lined up.
Bucky Barnes: [hearing an announcement in German] They're evacuating the airport.
Sam Wilson: Stark.
Scott Lang: Stark?
Steve Rogers: Suit up.
Natasha Romanoff: Steve's not gonna stop. If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best-case scenario.
Tony Stark: You let them go, Nat.
Natasha Romanoff: We played this wrong.
Tony Stark: We? Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA.
Natasha
Romanoff: Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one god damn second?
Steve Rogers: Sam... see that garbage truck? Tag it.
Falcon: [launching a drone] Give me x-ray.
[seeing the feed]
Falcon: That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed.
Natasha Romanoff: It's a battering ram.
Steve Rogers: Go now.
Wanda
Maximoff: What?
Steve Rogers: He's not hitting the police.
War Machine: Congratulations, Cap. You're a criminal.
[Black Panther surrenders and removes his mask]
War Machine: [surprised to see T'Challa] Your Highness.
T'Challa: I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight.
Natasha Romanoff: Oh, well, it's not always so flattering.
T'Challa: You seem to be doing all right so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill, I wouldn't think you'd be particularly comfortable in this company.
Natasha Romanoff: Well, I'm
not.
T'Challa: And that alone makes me glad you are here, Ms. Romanoff.
Natasha Romanoff: Why? You don't approve of all this?
T'Challa: The Accords, yes. The politics, not really.
Steve Rogers: CIA has you stationed over here now?
Sharon Carter: Berlin. Joint Terrorism Task Force.
Steve Rogers: Right. Right. Sounds fun.
Sharon Carter: I know, right?
Steve Rogers: I've been meaning to ask you. When you were spying on me from across the hall...
Sharon Carter: You mean when I was doing my job.
Steve Rogers: Did Peggy know?
Sharon Carter: She kept so many secrets. I didn't want her to have one from you.
Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross: I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?
Tony Stark: We will. GSG 9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it.
Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross: You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle. It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special
Ops on this.
Natasha Romanoff: What happens when the shooting starts? What, do you kill Steve Rogers?
Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross: If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math.
Tony Stark: All due respect,
you're not gonna solve this with boys and bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in.
Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross: How would that end any differently than last time?
Tony Stark: Because this time, I won't be wearing loafters and a silk shirt. 72 hours, guaranteed.
Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross: 36 hours. Barnes.
Rogers. Wilson.
Tony Stark: All right, we're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us, now, because it's us, or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite.
Tony Stark: 36 hours. Jeez.
Natasha Romanoff: We're seriously understaffed.
Tony Stark: Oh, yeah. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?
Natasha Romanoff: You really think he'd be on our side?
Tony Stark: No.
Natasha Romanoff: I have an idea.
Tony Stark: Me, too. Where's yours?
Natasha Romanoff: Downstairs. Where's yours?
Steve Rogers: I owe you again.
Sharon Carter: Keeping a list.
[glancing at Bucky]
Sharon Carter: You know, he kinda tried to kill me.
Steve Rogers: Sorry. I'll put it on the list, too. They're gonna come looking for you.
Sharon Carter: I know.
Steve
Rogers: Thank you, Sharon.
Sharon Carter: [they kiss] That was...
Steve Rogers: Late.
Sharon Carter: Damn right.