captain america: the winter soldier
chapter one: two missions, one person
"look who it is."
steve rogers smiled as he saw the familiar face of felice monet already on the jet with the rest of the s.t.r.i.k.e team, prepping for their mission.
the woman was clad in her usual work suit, with guns holstered, gloves on, and all the bullets she could need in a secret pocket known only to the avengers.
felice was a notorious flirt, something steve had noticed as soon as he met her. it had to be her french background that made her so flirtatious—or maybe the fact she was so confident as she knew what everyone's thoughts about her were.
yet, he couldn't help but think she resembled someone he once knew.
"how've you been?" steve asked, setting his shield aside.
felice shrugged nonchalantly. "fine, other than the fact i have no more free time ever since barton decided to go on vacation."
nat chuckled, being the only other person who knew what clint's code word for "vacation" actually meant.
steve smiled. "bet you're happy about that."
felice gave him a sarcastic smile as he walked off to meet the others.
as the quinjet flew toward their destination, felice kept her eyes on the screen in front of the crew while rumlow briefed them about the ship and its occupants.
"target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star," rumlow said. "they were sending up their last payload when pirates took over, 93 minutes ago."
"any demands?" steve asked.
"Billion and a half," rumlow replied.
"why so steep?" steve inquired.
"because it's s.h.i.e.l.d.s.'s," rumlow explained.
"so it's not just off course; it's trespassing," steve noted, glancing at the women beside him.
"i'm sure they have a good reason," nat said, her gaze fixed on the screen.
"you know, i' getting a little tired of being fury's janitor," steve said through gritted teeth.
"relax," nat told him. "it's not that complicated."
"how many pirates?" felice asked, cutting off any further discussion.
"25. top mercs led by this guy," rumlow said, showing a photo of a particularly buff man.
felice took a look at the man, noting his handsome features.
"george's batrco," rumlow said. "ex-DGSR, 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 reputation for maximum casualties."
felice looked at the photo one last time before rumlow double tapped the screen, making it disappear.
"hustages?" steve asked.
"mostly techs. one office: jasper sitwell," rumlow said, zooming in on a photo of sitwell. "they're in the galley."
"what's sitwell doing on a launch ship?" steve muttered to himself. "all right, i'll sweep the deck and find batroc. nat, you kill the engines and wait for instructions—"
felice glanced at Natasha, knowing she had other plans.
"felice, you keep an eye from up top and create a distraction while rumlow finds the hostages, gets them to the lifepods, and gets them let's Let's move," steve ordered.
