"y/n you in position" Sams's voice comes over her intercom.
"I'm in position Sam, I'll follow you" y/n answers back, in place on top of the building. The ringing of a phone could be heard before the line picks up, "Yes, sir?" comes from the other end.
"Agent Sitwell, how was lunch?" Sam says into the phone. "I hear the crab cakes here are delicious" He almost sounds mocking.
"Who is this?" comes through sternly, y/n watches as Sitwell's body language stiffens through her scope.
"The good-looking guy in the sunglasses, your 10 o'clock."
Sitwell immediately starts looking around before he spots them. "there you go" Sam raises his drink in Sitwell's direction.
"What do you want?" Sitwell says nervously.
"Your gonna go around the corner to your right. There is a gray car two spaces down. We're gonna take a ride." Sam says demanding.
"And why would i do that" Sitwells body language relaxes for a moment.
"Because that tie looks really expensive"
That's her queue, y/n turns on her sniper's laser and points it at Sitwell's tie. The ballad man looks down at his tie and notices the red dot before the panic was visible on his face as he tries to look for her but to no avail.
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Sitwell was aggressively pushed through the doorway, him stumbling about on the floor while Steve strides after him, Natasha following in tow. y/n was hopping across to the building they were on from the one next to it, a sniper rifle in her hands.
"tell me about Zola's algorithm," Steve states sternly.
Sitwell stumbles backward, trying to keep a distance from the angry Steve. He readjusts his glasses on his face. "Never heard of it"
"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?"
"I was throwing up I get seasick" They ended up at the edge of the building. Just before Sitwell could trip over the ledge, Steve catches him and pulls him forward.
"Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof?" Sitwell says, falsifying confidence. "because it really not your style, Rogers."
"Your right" steve says calmly, letting go of Sitwell's front and brushing off his shoulder. "It's not." There's a pause.
"It's her's," Steve says as he moves from in front of Sitwell and allows Natasha to kick him off, not before his eyes finally notice y/n stand a bit far away. He screams on his way down.
"Oh wait, what about that girl from Accounting, Laura..." Natasha stumbles over the name
"Lillian, lip piercing right?" Steve answers.
"Ugh, you two" y/n moans with a smile as stands a bit closer to the two.
The screams come back as Sam, with a pair of mechanical wings on his back, comes up carrying Sitwell. He is dropped behind the three as sam lands just ahead. The other three make their way over to them. The wings on Sam's back fold into a backpack-like jetpack.
As they got closer, Sitwell began to panic as he scrambles to move and get words out. "Zola's algorithm is a program for choosing insights targets" He spews out.
"What targets?" y/n asks, Sitwell's panicky gaze landing on her only for it to grow more panicked. "Rodgers! A TV anchor in Cairo, the under-secretary defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA!" Sitwell let out a few pants before continuing," Now, or in the future."
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Heartworm
Fanfictiony/n, an assassin for hire ends up being taken by S.H.E.I.L.D and given another chance by Fury to become a better person. She's put on the avenger's team to give back to the people she was supposedly taking from and ends up making a few friends. Tho...
