The Hawk's Sister

No Parachute

Dahlia sits next to Natasha in a car as they go to pick up Steve "Weird thinking that it's been two years since New York." Dahlia comments. Natasha nods "At least it's been a bit quieter." she responds. "For you, Nick has had me in nearly every week for one reason or another." Dahlia tells her rolling her eyes slightly. Dahlia pulls out her phone and sends Steve a text telling him that they're about to pull up to the curb. As they pull up Natasha rolls down the window "Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? We're here to pick up a fossil." she asks Steve and a man he's talking to. "That's hilarious." Steve tells her a he climbs in the back of the car. The man Steve was talking to walks over and looks at the car, Natasha and Dahlia "How you doing?" he asks. "Hey." both Dahlia and Natasha respond. "Can't run everywhere." Steve tells him. "No, you can't." he laughs. Natasha pulls away from the curb and starts driving towards S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. "Who was that?" Dahlia asks Steve. "Sam Wilson." Steve responds. Dahlia nods and turns back to face the front, watching Natasha out of the corner of her eye every now and then.

Dahlia stands between Steve and Nat as they discuss the mission "Why do bad guys always choose the middle of nowhere? It's very inconvenient." she mutters making Natasha and Steve chuckle slightly. "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 tells them. "Any demands?" Steve asks. "A billion and a half." Rumlow responds. "Why so steep?" Steve asks confused. "Because it SHIELD's." Rumlow tells him. "So it's not off-course, it's trespassing." Steve tells Dahlia and Natasha. "I'm sure they have a good reason." Natasha responds. "You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor." Steve comments. "Relax, it's not that complicated." Dahlia responds. "How many pirates?" Steve asks Rumlow. "Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc. Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties." Rumple explains showing Batroc onscreen. "Hostages?" Steve questions. "Uh...mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell. They're in the galley." Rumple says showing them a picture of Sitwell. "What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship? Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, Dahlia, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get 'em out. Let's move." Steve orders. "STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up." Rumlow orders his men.

Dahlia moves so she is stood to the side with Nat as they check their communicators "Secure channel seven." Steve says into his. "Seven secure. Did you do anything fun Saturday night?" Natasha asks him. "Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so... No, not really." Steve responds. "Coming up by the drop zone, Cap." the pilot tells Steve over comms. "You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she'd probably say yes." Dahlia tells him. "That's why I don't ask." Steve responds. "Too shy or too scared?" Natasha asks him. "Too busy!" Steve responds before jumping out of the plane without a parachute. "Was he wearing a parachute?" a STRIKE member asks. "No. No, he wasn't." Rumlow responds. Dahlia rolls her eyes and straps into her parachute "You busy tomorrow night?" she asks Natasha. "Nope, why?" Natasha asks. "No reason." Dahlia smiles before jumping out the plane.