Over The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

sixteen.

They waited until the next round of trucks to come in, thankfully this one only being two. He let the first one pass by before focusing on the driver of the second one, easily slipping into his consciousness. The truck began to slow down, enough for them to catch up on foot. Steve was able to easily climb on, throwing open the hatch and letting the back door fly open before climbing inside. Issac waved his hand, lifting Sam into the air and throwing him inside as gently as possible before propelling himself in afterwards. Steve waited until they were both fully inside before shutting the door, allowing Issac to finally let the driver out of his control. It was so smooth the first truck didn't even notice. Issac had the sneaking suspicion that things were too slow, but brushed it off as just being paranoid. As of right now, things were fine, they were fine.

The truck came to a stop and Issac paused, letting out a quiet curse.

"Hide." he hissed, throwing himself behind one of the large supply crates inside.

The other two knew better than to question and simply did the same, the three of them out of sight as the doors were thrown open once again. People were speaking in Russian, Issac being able to pick up on enough of it to know that they were just doing their routine checks, nothing more.

He let out a sigh of relief as the doors shut once more and the truck began to move again. This time when it stopped, it was to park by the loading dock near the back of the building. They waited, silently, just listening to whatever was happening around them. It sounded like they were unloading each truck one by one, thankfully. Issac opened the hatch, pushing the door open to give them just enough of a gap to squeeze out of, but not enough to go noticed by anybody nearby. He slipped out first, followed by Sam, then Steve, and quickly led them to the nearest door that led inside the plant.

It was so familiar and so different at the same time. There were various areas set up that were designed for people to sit and relax, talk with one another, or just wind down after long assignments. He could smell the kitchen workers from here, sticking to their usual lighter meals. They were never close to being five star restaurant quality, but at the time they were the best thing he'd tasted in years. They were balanced with proteins and carbs and nutrients that would keep them going, but at the same time due to their situations they were often bland and lacking more than just the natural flavor of whatever had been cooked that night. Issac had never been more thankful for seasoning for when he moved to the U.S and began cooking for himself.

He could hear laughter in the distance, no doubt the children that inevitably were roped into this life. Whether it be orphans, if they were still picking them up, or children of the current members who couldn't go out and live normal lives in the city, but were raised and educated within the walls of the organization. Having been one of those children a long time ago, he knew that it wasn't bad, and that these kids could be far worse off. They had beds to sleep in at night, a roof over their head and constant food and protection. They were provided with clothing and schooling and games, but they would never know what it was like to be a normal child. They would inevitably be trained in military operations, combat, shooting, anything to give them a better chance of survival and to make sure they wouldn't be dead weight to the organization when they grew up. As harsh as it sounds, nobody likes a liability.

"So this is where you grew up?" Sam asked quietly as they began walking through the corridors. Things were quiet now, thankfully, not many people were around at the moment.

"Not quite." Issac mumbled, peering around the corner before turning it, trying to locate Nina using his magic. "The original location was a lot smaller, more secluded, and well, it was underground." he mumbled, purple eyes scanning the corridors and levels below them.

"Explains a lot." Sam mumbled and Issac whipped his head around to frown at him. He couldn't tell if he was being serious or if he was joking, and he didn't have time to figure it out either.

The only warning he was given was the sound of something powering up, kind of like an engine or a TV, it was hard to place. He felt the heat first, something warm pressing against his torso before he was suddenly pushed back.

Pushed wasn't even the right word- Issac went flying. He only registered what had happened after he'd broken through the nearest window and hit the ground hard, rolling onto his front. He let out a strained grunt, struggling to push himself up from the ground. He coughed, brushing glass from his jacket before briefly checking himself over for any serious injuries. He could feel a few scrapes and cuts from the glass, but it didn't feel like anything was broken, and he wasn't bleeding profusely from anywhere on his body either. He would consider that a win, honestly.

The win was short lived when he saw Nina stepping through the opening where the window used to be, a large gun hanging at her side. It looked like a lean version of a grenade launcher with an off-putting futuristic twist. She followed his gaze to the weapon, smiling a bit as she raised it and twirled it around so he could get a better look at it.

"Do you like it?" She asked, sounding nothing but curious. As if she was showing a close friend her new toy. "We took a few pointers from the attack on New York. the...what did you call them again? Chitauri- those things! Their weapons were pretty interesting, and we managed to snag some of their technology to replace it."

"What-?" Issac let out a laugh in disbelief. "For what? What do you need weapons on this level for?"

Nina's expression turned serious, almost grim, as she stepped up to Issac.

"You've been gone a long time, Issac." She mumbled, raising the weapon once again and charging it up. "Things change." She shrugged, firing once again.