Some changes to fit my plot <3
W I D O W S E V E N T E E N
"You know it's not nice to throw people" I raised a brow over at Steve who just threw Sitwell on to the top of a random building with a small low grunt.
"I'll throw you off this roof if you don't shush" Steve pointed his finger towards me before moving towards Sitwell who is beginning to stand up again.
"Tell me about Zola's algorithm" Steve demanded.
"Never heard of it" The bald male mumbled in a stubble as he placed his glasses back on his face.
"What we're you doing on the Lemurian Star?"
"I was throwing up. I get seasick" He stated right when he stumbles on the edge of the roof, Steve farting out forward grabbing his shirt and blazer in a tight hold as a gasp escapes the male. "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.." Steve sighed patting down Sitwell's suit once again. "It's not. It's hers."
"Seventeen would you like to do the honours or shall I?" Natasha question titling her head, not leaving her contact with a bored Sitwell.
"The honour is all yours m'lady" I bowed, lifting my head up to give her a smirk before Natasha gleefully moves forward sticking her foot out straight booting Sitwell in the stomach.
He screams as he falls to sudden death - or to Sam that is literally waiting near half way to catch him.
"Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura...?" Natasha asked question furrowing her brows.
"Lillian." Steve corrected quickly. "Lip piercing, right?"
"Yeah, she's cute" Natasha mused.
"Yeah. I'm not ready for that" Steve shook his head.
I smack my head, sighing in frustration my arms folding across my chest at these peasants of not realising the connection between them. I'm too old for this shit. I huff turning around walking towards the concrete square wall sitting down right when Sam hauls up a still screaming Sitwell.
Sam flies high enough to allow Sitwell to tumble forward onto the hard concrete, with grunts and groans escaping from him. Sam lands near the front of the metal doors to the roof top, his wings spreading out.
"I'm like a bird I want to fly awa-" I sang before getting cut off by the three rude peasants.
"Seventeen!"
"Yes?" I asked innocently looking up at them trying to get my best big doe eyed look. They all sighed shaking their heads before turning back to Sitwell who kneels up from the grow, throwing one of his hands up in surrender before Steve could get him again.
"Zola's algorithm is a program for choosing Insights targets." Sitwell stuttered out, taking quick steady puffs of air with each word.
"What targets?" Steve questions.
"You" Sitwell stated glancing up at Steve, his eyes darting to mine for a moment merely. "A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defence a high school valedictorian in Lowa City. Bruce Banner, Stephan Strange, Widow Seventeen, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA."
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