I would have loved to throw Sitwell off the roof again to make him reveal the last detail of Hydra's plan, but Steve forbade it. The old killjoy. Instead, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back to the car. Now we're here, all five of us, each lost in our own thoughts, and no one is saying a word. Sam is driving, Steve is in the passenger seat, while I'm sitting in the back on the outside, next to me Nat in the middle, and Sitwell directly next to her on the other side. It's an uncomfortable tightness that makes the silence even heavier. I try to imagine the catastrophic consequences if we fail to stop Hydra. But my gut tells me that no imagination can do justice to what we're really facing. I'm so deep in thought that I only realize a conversation has started when Sitwell suddenly begins to speak. Unfortunately.
"Hydra doesn't like leaks," he says to Sam, who looks at him through the rearview mirror with raised eyebrows. "Then just stick a cork in it," he replies with a shrug. We could put a cork in Sitwell's mouth too; maybe then he'd finally shut up. "Inside starts in 16 hours; it's going to be a bit tight, I think," Nat says next to me, leaning slightly forward to look at Steve. Yeah, the timeline is a bit cramped. I had mentioned this before, but Steve said we should be able to manage it with Sitwell's help. His word is as good as gold. Sam, meanwhile, turns onto the George Washington Memorial Parkway. "I know, but with him, we can bypass the DNA scans and get straight onto the Helicarrier," he replies over his shoulder to Nat. Sitwell's eyes widen; the idea doesn't seem to sit well with him. But it doesn't sit well with me either. For the first time, we're in agreement, and it's the last time. Sitwell starts arguing with Steve, but my attention is elsewhere. Was that just a crack from the car roof? I glance out the window and just catch a shadow as the window on Sitwell's side shatters. I shield my face with my arm to protect myself from the shards and see only Sitwell's horrified expression as he is grabbed by the shoulder and pulled out of the car. By a metal arm. Shit.
Under different circumstances, I'd be pretty happy right now, but unfortunately, our ghost is currently on the roof. Shots are being fired into the car from above. Is this asshole seriously trying to kill us like this? Apparently so. Sam tries to keep the car as straight as possible while ducking from the shots, while Nat climbs onto Steve's lap. Not quite the right time to hit on him, my dear. More shots are fired, one of which hits the side of my left thigh. FUCK. Any attempt to stifle my cry of pain fails. I grab my thigh and look at the wound. "OMG ELORA, ARE YOU OKAY?" I hear Nat scream from the front. The wound hurts like hell, but I've had worse. "Just a grazing shot, I'm fine!" I quickly reply to her; we have much bigger concerns at the moment. We need to get him off the roof somehow, or we're screwed.
"Sam, stop the car immediately!" I yell at him. Thankfully, he doesn't question the idea for a second and slams on the brakes. The tires screech as they skid across the road and come to an abrupt halt. It definitely smells like burnt rubber here; this is not the best car for maneuvers like these. But it works. Our attacker is thrown off the roof and lands on the road, elegantly turning onto his knees and digging his fingers in to stop himself. Sparks fly and five deep grooves are left behind. Our faces reflect various degrees of horror, up to pure fear. Seeing him in daylight is something entirely different from in the dark of night. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as he slowly rises to his full height. That's him, the Winter Soldier. I force myself out of the shock as best I can and draw my weapons to shoot at him through the windshield when we're rammed from behind. The impact throws me into Steve's lap, and as I glance through the rearview mirror, I spot another car. This one is definitely bulletproof. But our attackers aren't content with just ramming us; they're now pushing us straight towards the Winter Soldier. At the last moment, he leaps off and lands back on our car. Perfect, we're back to square one.
Sam floors the gas to try and put some distance between us and the other car, but the bastard on our roof has other plans. He thrusts his arm through the windshield and yanks the steering wheel straight out of Sam's hands. "Shit!" Sam exclaims, and that word pretty much describes our entire situation. Just driving away would have been too easy. I reach for my weapon again, which had ended up in the footwell after the impact, and shoot through the roof. Tit for tat, I'd say. I hear him leap off our car, and as I look back at the car behind us, I'm horrified to see him now kneeling on its hood.
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Who the hell am I (english version)
FanfictionUPDATES EVERY DAY AT 5 PM! She remembers nothing. Where did she come from? What happened? How did she get here? Where is her family? In short: she doesn't know. For two years, Elora has wandered, never staying in one place for long. Always searching...
