I had woken up in Steve's arms, he puts me down and holds onto me as We walk. I felt shaky and weak as we walk through yards. I was confused as we stop in a backyard and knock on a glass door.
I look up to see Sam, he opens the door and looks at us confused. "Hey, guys...."
"I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low."
"Everyone we know is trying to kill us." I sigh.
"Not everyone." He moves to let us in.
Sam shows us to a spare room with a bathroom, Steve lets me take a shower first, I then sit on the bed and dry my hair as he takes one.
I was lost in thought, not even noticing Steve was standing in the bathroom doorway. "You okay?" He asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah." I shrug.
"What's going on?"
I frown, "When I first joined Shield, I thought I was going straight. But I guess Nat and I just traded in the KGB for Hydra. I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but...I guess I can't tell the difference anymore." I shrug.
"There's a chance you might be in the wrong business." Steve says, making me smile faintly as he stands in front of me.
"I owe you." I nod.
"It's okay."
"If it was the other way around, and it was down to me to save your life, and you be honest with me...would you trust me to do it?" I finally look up at him.
"I would now. And I'm always honest." He smiles.
"Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out they died for nothing." I chuckle.
"Well, I guess I just like to know who I'm fighting."
I look over to see Sam in the doorway, "I made breakfast. If you guys...eat that sort of thing."
I start to feel better as I eat and have some juice, "So, the question is: who in Shield could launch a domestic missile strike?" I ask.
"Pierce."
"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." I nod.
"But he's not working alone, Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star."
"So was Jasper Sitwell." I nod.
"So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a Shield officer in broad daylight?"
"The answer is: you don't." Sam drops a file in front of Steve.
"What's this?"
"Call it a resume." Sam nods.
I pick up a photo from the file, "Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you." I then look at Steve, "You didn't say he was a para-rescue."
"Is this Riley?" Steve asks.
"Yeah."
"I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?" I ask.
"No. These." He hands us another file.
"I thought you said you were a pilot."
Sam smiles, "I never said pilot."
"I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason." Steve sighs.
"Dude, Captain America needs my help. There's no better reason to get back in."
"Where can we get our hands on one of these things?" Steve points.
"The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall."
Steve looks at me, I shrug. "Shouldn't be a problem."
After getting what we need, Sam gets Sitwell and Steve and I take him to the roof of a random building. "Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Steve says.
"Never heard of it."
"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Steve asks.
"I was throwing up, I get seasick." Steve forces Sitwell to the edge of the rooftop, Sitwell just smiles, "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." Steve smiles and steps aside.
I step up and kick his chest, making him fall off the roof. "Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura...?" I ask.
"Lillian. Lip piercing, right?"
"Yeah, she's cute." I nod.
"Yeah, I'm not ready for that." Steve sighs.
Sam then flies up in his Falcon suit and drops Sitwell, Steve and I walk over to him. He instantly holds his hands up in fear, "Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!"
"What targets?"
"You! 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." He yells.
"The Future? How could it know?"
Sitwell laughs, "How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it." Steve and I look at each other, confused. "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?" Steve asks.
"Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me."
"What then?!" Steve yells.
"Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time."
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Angel Of Death - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson)
Fanfictie(I'm re doing this story, the old one is gone) Y/N Romanoff is the baby sister of Natasha and Yelena. (You are the Natasha's blood sister. But blood doesn't always make a family!) You were taken away from your parents when you were five, Yelena was...
