Ivory Moore never wanted to go to war. The thought of having to kill people irked him. But like any healthy man in the 1940s he was ready to step up and do his part. Luckily for him he caught the eye of Howard stark due to his brilliant mind. Of cou...
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[Target Acquired]
Ivory listened in carefully from beside Steve and Nat, "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, turning to them.
He didn't seem too interested in the entire explanation. He didn't need the backstory, he just wanted to get this done. Ever since New York, Ivory has been put into the field more often— Doing more dangerous missions. More hand to hand combat.
It felt as if he was being used as the assassin he was years ago. It made him feel guilty, he knew these people were bad. In a way he guessed that made himself feel better about it all.
Ivory realized he got lost in his thought, shaking his head and snapping out of his daze— He glanced over to his friend waiting for his input, "Any demands?" The Captain asked knowingly.
Rumlow shrugged, "Billion and a half." He stated— as if it wasn't that big of a deal.
"Why so steep?" Steve raised a brow.
"Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s."
Steve paused for a second, staring at Rumlow, something seemed off to him. He wasn't sure what though, "So it's not off-course, it's trespassing." He huffed.
"I'm sure they have a good reason." Natasha told him.
Steve glanced down at Natasha,"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor." He complained lightly.
"Steve." Ivory scolded quickly. Steve had a bit of a problem with being told what to do nowadays. 'Some soldier we got,' Ivory thought to himself with a small chuckle, '...not able to take orders...'
"Relax. It's not that complicated." Nat scolded as well, trying to ease Steve's nerves a bit.
Steve looked back up at Rumlow, "How many pirates?" He questioned.
"25. Top mercs led by this guy,"A man who looked like any other bad guy they had to deal with popped up onto the screen, "George 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 guys got a rep for maximum casualties." He explained in detail, pointing to the screen in-front of them.
Ivory bent down to Nats ear, "Scary looking fella." He whispered with a small laugh. Natasha playfully pushed him away while trying to hold back a laugh, both of them getting Steve's attention.
