Find Me / Save Me (Bucky x Reader)

Sixteen

Sitting in an outdoor café with Sam, I am so thankful that I am not easily recognizable. "I have Sitwell in view" I say through the earpiece. "Sam, do it." I say looking at Sam, taking a sip of my coffee. From the corner of my eye I can see Sitwell answering his phone, a smile sets on my lips knowing its Sam he's talking to. I turn to make sure I am watching Sitwell head on.

"The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock.... You're other ten o'clock." I laugh as Sam is putting a sly smile on his face too. He lifts his juice as a cheers when Sitwell makes eye contact with us.

"You're gonna go around the corner, to your right. There's a grey car, two spaces down. You're going on a ride with me and my friend here." Sam nods his head towards me. "Now Natasha." I whisper into the earpiece.

"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up." With Sam's words I can see Sitwell look down, the red dot of Natasha's gun on his chest. His eyes widen in fear. Got him.

Once Sam and I made our way to the car, I grabbed Sitwell by the collar of his shirt. Dragging him up the stairs of our predetermined building. "You've got a lot of explaining to do Sitwell." I glare at him as we reach the roof of the building. I let my glow engulf my body, finally showing him who he was dealing with. His eyes grew wide. I throw him across the roof floor, having him land at Steve and Natasha's feet.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Steve demands from Sitwell, grabbing him by his shirt collar.

"Never heard of it." Sitwell fixes the glasses on his face. "What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Steve asks forcefully.

"I was throwing up, I get seasick." At his words, Steve grabs Sitwell and leads him to the edge of the rooftop. Sitwell smiles, looking back at Steve smirking. "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers."

"You're right. It's not. It's hers." As Steve steps aside allowing Natasha to come into Sitwell's view. Kicking Sitwell in the gut, I was able to hear his yells as he fell. Natasha looks back at me a smile on her face, shrugging.

All of a sudden I see Sam fly into view, dangling Sitwell before throwing him back in to the rooftop next to me feet. I let my glow intensify as I walk closer to Sitwell. Fear is now evident in his eyes. He finds his voice as we all near him. "Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!"

"What targets?" I snap back.

"You! The Captain! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future." Sitwell allows the words to come out like vomit.

"The Future? How could it know? " Steve asks causing Sitwell to break out in a laugh.

"How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future." Sitwell says looking at us to see if we understood. I understood immediately. This new world was full of information, everywhere.

"And what then?" Steve retorts.

Sitwell starts visibly sweating, "Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me."

"What then?!" Steve pushes.

Sitwell jumps at Steve's scream, then replies back. "Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time."

We let that sink in. It was a weapon that would cause major death and devastation. Hydra was pure evil, anger and regret that we could not stop them back in the day. I wasn't able to stop this from happening. But we had to stop it now.