"So it was only a few weeks that you were on the front line, and then you came right here?" Steve asks with a frown. It explains why that nightmare of Diana's that they experienced together had been so vivid, the gunfire and the smell of death and decay in the trenches as debris rained down on their heads.

And the Winter Soldier, relentlessly pursuing them. It's been over a year, but he still remembers it all clear as day.

"Do you think whenever you make it home, you'll go back? To the island." He can't help but be curious, with everything she's said about it.

Up ahead, he sees an odd cast of light across the dead ground, emanating from some sort of clearing. He pauses and nods ahead to it. He's yet to come across anything like this here, so maybe it's the crystals they're looking for.