Losing him was blue, like I'd never known
Missing him was dark gray, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know
Somebody you never met
Adelaide Herrmann has so many secrets and is good at hiding all of them.
Only one person knows the real Ad...
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"Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? We're here to pick up a fossil." Natasha said, her window down so the boys could hear her.
"That's hilarious." Steve said walking over to the car. "Outta my seat." He told Adelaide.
"Get in the back, Rogers." She said, refusing to move.
"How you doing?" His friend asked.
"Hey." Natasha smiled back.
"Can't run everywhere." Steve said.
"No, you can't."
- - -
"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 explained.
"Any demands?" Steve asked.
"Billion and a half."
"Why so steep?"
"Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s." Rumlow told him.
"So it's not off-course. It's trespassing." Steve said. He looked at Natasha and Adelaide with annoyance.
"I'm sure they have a good reason."
"Money?" Adelaide guessed with a small shrug.
"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor." Steve told them.
"Relax. It's not that complicated." Natasha said, looking up at the screen.
"How many pirates?"
"25. 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 36 kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties."
"Fun." Adelaide said, admiring the challenging opponent. She often enjoyed being able to make pointless comments while on missions and joking with Natasha. In Hydra she only spoke to confirm kills.
Steve huffed. "Hostages?"
"Oh, mostly techs. One officer. Jasper Sitwell. They're in the galley." Rumlow said.
"What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship?" Steve asked. All right, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, Adelaide, you kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep the aft, find the hostages, get them to life-pods, get them out. Let's move."
"S.T.R.I.K.E., you heard the Cap. Gear up." Rumlow waved his finger in the air, signaling for his team to wrap it up and get ready.
"Secure channel seven." Steve checked all the communications.
"Seven secure." Natasha responded. "Did you do anything fun Saturday night?" She asked Steve.
"Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so, no, not really."
