Word count: 1386
........................................................................................................................................................................
INDIAN OCEAN
As i walk on to the Quinn jet I'm handed I pad full of information on our new mission
"Rumlow fill us in on everything we know, go" i say, The S.T.R.I.K.E team where already waiting for us.
"Target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lermurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them 93 minutes ago" he says swiping the screen to the left. S.H.I.E.L.D files holding the layout and floor plans of ship project onto the glass screen.
"Ok any d-" I'm cut of by the tall, all American blonde in the back.
The cheek of this guy
"Demands?"
"Billion and a half" Rumlow replies
"Why so steep?" Steve asks
"Because it's one of S.H.I.E.L.D's" I respond "isn't it?"
"Yes"
"So, it's not off-course its trespassing" Steve sighs
"I'm sure they have a good reason" Nat cuts in
"They always do" I roll my eyes
"You know I'm getting tired of being fury's janitor" Steve says to Natasha
"Relax. It's not that complicated" nat sighs tightening the leather gloves on her hands
I looked at Nat then back to Steve "how many?" Turning to the screen
"25. Top mercenaries led by this guy, Georges Batroc. Ex-DGSE, action division. He's at the top of interpol's red notice. Before the French demobilised him, he had 36 kill missions"
"How about hostages?" Steve asks
"Mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell. There in the galley"
"Ok I'll sweep the deck find bartroc, Nat, kill engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow sweep, then find the hostages, get them to life pods, get them out. Ok?" Steve instructs everyone
"what about me?" I huff crossing my arms
First you interrupt me and then you forget about me!
"You" he stops and thinks for a moment "you, come with me"
"Ok you heard the cap, gear up" I instruct the S.T.R.I.K.E. Team
"You doing anything fun Saturday night?" Nat turns to Steve
"Well all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead so no" he replies
I hit the button for the doors, the rumbling of the engines over powers everyone's words
"You know if you ask Kristen out from statistics she'd probably say yes" Nat shouts across the rumbling noise
"That's why I don't ask" he replies as he picking up his helmet and shield swinging it from the ground up to his arm and tightening the leather straps.
"Too shy or too scared" she asks him
"Too busy" then he jumped off the ledge.
"Was he wearing a parachute?" One of the guys asks
"No, no he was not" I reply jumping off backwards after him
Falling from highs bring a enormous amount in of adrenaline into your body, the wind in your hair, the constant questioning how close is the ground? Or in my case the water.
YOU ARE READING
You don't need a reason to help people - {Steve Rogers}
Fanfiction" I suppose I love my scars because they have Stayed with me longer than most people have" Nikita gill
