The Viper || BUCKY BARNES [2]

01 ― The Extraction

2014 ― The Indian Ocean

"Target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star." Agent Rumlow was explaining to Natasha, Holland, and Steve. They were going to extract one of their own from a hostage situation. "They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them... 93 minutes ago," Rumlow explained. Natasha and Holland, however, had been given a different set of instructions from Fury.

They were to extract S.H.I.E.L.D. Intel. Holland stood between Steve and Nat, and she was equipped in a new suit, courtesy of her nephew Tony. It was all black, of course, since she's an assassin, and since she always carried two guns on her at all times, Tony put in a holster on her thigh and another one behind her back. It's where she draws the quickest from.

She also told Tony about her bouts of losing control, her eyes glowing blue, her fire turning blue, so he made her a suit that if that were ever to happen, she wouldn't get overheated or accidentally hurt herself if she lost control. Steve also had a new suit. He still had the star in the middle, and he still had a helmet, but the blue wasn't as bright as it used to be, and there was barely any red.

"Any demands?" Holland asked.

"Billion and a half," Rumlow responded.

"Why so steep?" Steve asked.

"Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.s," Rumlow said.

"So, it's not off-course. It's trespassing." Steve said as he looked over at Natasha and Holland.

"I'm sure they have a good reason," Natasha said.

"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor," Steve said to them. Fury mainly gave Steve busy-body missions, one that anyone could do, and he left the heavier stuff to Natasha and Holland because he knew they would get things done, no matter what it took.

"Relax. It's not that complicated." Natasha said.

"How many pirates?" Steve asked as he looked back at Rumlow.

"25. Top mercs led by this guy." Rumlow said as he pulled up an image on the screen. "Georges Batroc. Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had 36 kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties." He said.

"Hostages?" Steve asked.

"Oh, mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell... They're in the galley." Rumlow said.

"What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship?" Steve asked. He wasn't really asking anyone, in particular, just thinking out loud. "Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, Holly, you two kill the engine and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to life-pods, get them out. Let's move." Steve said as he started to move to the back of the plane. Natasha and Holland following behind him.

"S.T.R.I.K.E., you heard the Cap. Gear up." Rumlow said to his men.

"Secure channel seven," Steve said into his comms to make sure they were working.

"Seven secure." Natasha and Holland responded at the same time.

"Did you do anything fun Saturday night?" Holland asked Steve. Even though they live together, they don't spend all of their time together. Holland does get out of the house every now and then. She goes down to the bar and has a drink or finds something in DC to do.

"Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so, no, not really," Steve said, which made Holland laugh as she shook her head.

"Coming up on the drop zone, Cap."