Sam's mouth hangs open, and he studies James like he's looking for the lie... but of course, there isn't one. Nat glances at Steve, who looks pale and stricken, then exchanges a look with Nakia.

"I don't..." Sam is saying, flustered. "I don't speak Russian, man."

"You can give the order in English," Natasha interjects, smoothly. He looks at her, and she nods. "You won't let it go too far. We trust you, Sam. Let it go just long enough for them to realize who they're dealing with."