𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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"𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious." Sam said as he spoke on the phone.

"Who is this?"

"The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock." Sitwell looks around but doesn't see him. "Your other ten o'clock." Sitwell turned the other way and sees Sam sitting a few feet away from him. "There you go."

"What do you want?"

"You're gonna go around the corner, to your right. There's a grey car, two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up." Sitwell looked down at his tie and sees a small red light from the gun being pointed at him.

Steve threw Sitwell across a rooftop; Natasha and Thomas followed shortly behind him.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Steve demanded.

"N-Never heard of it." Sitwell stuttered whilst he scrambled to put his glasses back on.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?"

"I was throwing up, I get seasick." Steve forces Sitwell to the edge of the rooftop.

"You think that not getting caught in a lie is the same thing as telling the truth." Thomas said.

"Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers." Sitwell smiled.

"You're right. It's not. It's hers." Steve and Thomas stepped aside and Natasha kicked Sitwell off the roof, he plummets down screaming.

"Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura...?" Nat said as she tried to remember the name of a certain girl for Steve.

"Lillian. Lip piercing, right?"

"Yeah, she's cute."

"Not sure she's Stevie's type though." Thomas said patting Steve on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm not ready for that." Suddenly, Sam, in his Falcon jet-pack suit with wings, flew up holding Sitwell and threw him down on the roof. Thomas, Steve and Natasha walk towards Sitwell, he held his hands up in fear.

"Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!" Sitwell said as he scampered away from Sam.

"What targets?" Steve asked sternly.

"You! Miller! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who is a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future."

"Huh, well it's not surprising that I am on the list." Thomas muttered.

"It targets anyone who's a threat to HYDRA. Now, or in the future."

"The Future? How could it know?" Sitwell laughed.

"The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it." Sitwell sighed. Thomas, Steve, Sam and Natasha look at him in confusion. "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."

"And what then?"

"Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me."

"What then?!"

"Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time."

The group then made their way to the car with Sam driving and Steve in the passenger seat. Thomas was stuck in the middle of Natasha and Sitwell. The car was on the highway when Thomas spoke up.