Kneel

Chapter 69

"There is no way you two did that so quickly," Sam blurted as Nat and I got into the back of the car.

"What, like it's supposed to be hard?" Nat smiled.

"Here you go," I said as I tossed the pack to Sam who was sitting in the passenger seat.

He looked over at Rogers, "I was expecting a big getaway, car chase scene like in the movies."

"Well the day is still young," I grinned, Sam scoffed in response.

"We'll try to avoid that if possible," Rogers added, eyeing me from the rearview mirror.

I crossed my arms and slid into my seat, "Always ruining the fun," I mumbled.

"Do we need to go over the plan again?" Rogers asked sternly as he began to drive.

"No please no," Nat begged. Her and I began to remove the layer of the uniform of the compound we had just broken into.

"It doesn't hurt to go over it you know," Rogers sighed, "We go and drop off Sam and Y/n at the cafe first."

Nat and I groaned as he continued. We were back in civilian clothing by the time we got to the cafe where Sitwell was expected to be at. Sam had attached his pack to his back and Nat handed me a back that contained a sniper in it.

"You still remember how to assemble that?" she asked me.

"I'm sure I'll figure it out," I smiled.

"Eyes sharp," Rogers said from the car as Sam and I got out, "Don't take any chances, if anything changes let us know," he signaled to his earpiece.

"You got it Captain," I said, saluting him. He gave me a warning look before pulling away.

"Do you want a coffee while we wait?" Sam offered.

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"You know, you look very familiar," Sam said into the ear piece as I made my way up the stairs of the building across from the cafe, "Have we ever met before?"

"I highly doubt it," I answered as I made it to the roof.

"You're right," Sam said, "It was probably in my dreams then."

"Aww that's cute," I laughed, kneeling down at the edge of the roof and taking out the sniper from the backpack, "haven't heard that one before."

"Yeah you like that one?" I could practically hear his grin, "I've got plenty more babygirl."

I took a sip from my iced chai he had ordered for me.

"No but really," he said, "where have I seen you before?"

"2012, New York," I sighed as the final pieces of the gun clicked into place. Sam choked as he sipped his own coffee.

"Oh shit," he said after he stopped coughing.

"Alright alright," Rogers' voice came over the earpiece, "Let's stay focused."

"No one was gonna tell me this?" Sam blurted. I could see the people in the surrounding tables turn to look at him.

"We just thought you knew," Nat added.

"Sitwell is making his way out," I said, making Sam's attention turn to the group of men coming out of the restaurant.

"That came out a bit rough," Sam said as he grabbed his phone, setting it up to dial.

"Oh?" I asked.