On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

fourteen.

Jasper was sandwiched between Issac and Natasha while Steve sat upfront with Sam. They all sat in tense silence, Natasha and Issac a silent warning on each side that if he tried anything, he'd regret it.

"Hydra doesn't like leaks." The man finally spoke up, a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead.

"Then why don't you try sticking a cork in it?" Sam sassed from the driver's seat, glancing into his rear view mirror for a moment before looking ahead.

Natasha ignored him, leaning forward slightly.

"Insight launches in sixteen hours, we're cutting it a bit close here." She reminded and for good measure, Sam sped up a little bit.

"I know." Steve pursed his lips. "We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly."

Jasper surged forward slightly.

 
"What?" he nearly shouted, letting out a grunt as Issac shoved him back into his seat. "Are you crazy? That's a terrible idea." He hissed.

Issac sent him a dark look, ready to tell him to shut up before they were interrupted by a thud on the roof of the car. There wasn't any sort of a warning before a metal hand broke through the back windshield and grabbed Jasper by the collar of his jacket. Natasha and him made an attempt to grab the male before he was ripped away from then, thrown over the divider and onto the opposite side of the road. Issac felt his stomach lurch hearing the sickening crunch of the agent being crushed by a truck that wasn't given any time to stop or slow down.

Natasha quickly climbed into the front seat, draping herself over Steve's lap as she pulled a gun out from her jacket. Steve reached down, shifting the car into park to throw whatever was above them off of the roof. Issac caught himself against the back of the driver's seat when the car jerked to a stop, the wheels screeching underneath the weight. The figure tumbled forward onto the highway, using a metal arm to stop its momentum and skid to a halt. It was a man- possibly, it was hard to tell with the goggles and mask that bordered a muzzle- dressed in a full black leather top that reminded Issac of a straight jacket. The left sleeve had been removed to show an expanse of carefully put together metal plates that formed a rather futuristic prosthetic arm with a red star painting onto the shoulder. He was armed, that much he could see from here, and although he couldn't see this person's eyes, he could feel their gaze burning straight through him. The figure was tall and well built with longer brown hair hanging over their face. He had the feeling they weren't dealing with any normal assassin or hitman right now. 

The man slowly stood up, looking relatively unfazed by the fall. They all stared on in horror and Issac, sharing the same thought as Natasha, raised his gun to fire through the windshield. He let out a surprised noise when something hit them from behind, immediately forcing the car into motion once again. They were being pushed down the highway at high speeds by an armored truck that had rammed into them. He braced himself against the seat, looking back and firing at the car behind them. The bullets merely bounced off the windshield, barely leaving a scratch or crack. He came to the sickening realization that this was S.H.I.E.L.D, or Hydra technically, coming after them.

Issac looked up after hearing another thud on top of the car again, Sam trying to regain some control of his vehicle. He hadn't realized the man from earlier had moved and was now above them again. He pointed his gun straight up, firing whatever was left inside the magazine in hopes of putting a few holes into this guy. Natasha had managed to find her gun after dropping it, doing the same thing when Issac had to stop and reload.

The figure reached through the windshield, grabbing the steering wheel and quite literally ripping it from his hands before throwing it elsewhere. He jumped onto the hood of the truck behind them to avoid Natasha's bullets, easily holding on as they sped down the road. Without the wheel, the car was speeding down the highway uncontrollably, accidentally sideswiping any unfortunate car to be too close.