The three of us are now in a Quinjet flying over the Indian Ocean with a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who are being led by Brock Rumlow, who I don't like one bit but I put up with his shit because he's an agent.
"The target is a mobile satellite launch platform, The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago," Rumlow informs us as we look at a monitor displaying the information.
"Any demands?" Steve asks.
"Billion and a half," Rumlow says.
"Jeez," I mumble to myself.
"Why so steep?" Steve questions.
"Because it's SHIELD's," Rumlow says.
"So it's not off-course. It's trespassing," Steve says looking over at Nat when she speaks.
"I'm sure they have a good reason," she says.
"I agreed to be an agent, not Fury's stupid janitor," I say making Steve hum in agreement.
"Relax, it's not that complicated," Nat says earning an eye roll from me.
"Whatever you say Red," I say.
"How many pirates?" Steve asks.
"25. Top mercs led by this guy," Rumlow says as he pulls up a picture of the guy.
"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 informs us while we all look at the monitor.
"Hostages" Steve questions.
"Uh, mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell," Rumlow responds as he pulls up a picture of Sitwell.
"They're in the gallery," he follows up.
"What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship? All right, I'm gonna sweep the deck and fin Batroc. Nat, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get them out. Let's move," Steve instructs.
"S.T.R.I.K.E. you hear the Cap. Gear up," Rumlow says to his team.
"Uh, you do know I exist right?" I ask Steve.
"Oh yeah Y/n/n you're with me," he says as we gear up.
"Secure channel seven," Steve says.
"Seven secure," Nat and I say at the same time making me raise my fist at her wanting a fist bump. She looked at me for a second and gave into the fist bump gaining a smile from me.
"You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she'd probably say yes," Nat tells Steve.
"That's why I don't ask," Steve responds as he straps his helmet on.
"Come on Steve you need some lovin' in your life," I tell him as I get prepared to dive off. He just shakes his head with a small smile played on his face.
We both then jump out of the jet landing in the ocean. I emerge from the water and climb up the ship with Steve. I swiftly and quietly take down a pirate with my hands Steve doing the same with his shield. I stray away from him taking down a few pirates on my own making my way to the deck where I met with another pirate who has their gun pointed at me.
"Bouge pas! Bouge pas," the pirate says in french.
(Don't move! Don't move)
"Bordel de merde," I say just as the pirate gets shot causing me to turn around.
(For fuck's sake)
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