A Time Traveler's Soldier

A New Enemy

The four people/agents/superheroes went out to find a man who worked for Hydra. Well, really a man who worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Sitwell, a man who helped organize the manhunt for Captain America. Currently, he was leaving a nice restaurant with another double agent, surrounded by an entourage of guards. Their conversation went something like this:

"Listen, I got to fly home tonight because I got some constituency problem and I got to press the flesh." 

"Any constituent in particular, Mr. Senator?" Sitwell asked.

"No, not really. Twenty-three, kind of hot. Real hot, you know? Wants to be a reporter, I think. I don't know." The senator wheezed.

"Who listens at that point? Doesn't sound like much of a problem to me." Sitwell responded.

"Really? Because she's killing my back. But this isn't the place to talk about it. This is a nice pin." He said, gesturing to the silver pin on Sitwell's jacket.

"Thank you."

 "Come here." The two embraced, and everything seemed fairly normal. That is, unless you heard the senator whisper  "Hail HYDRA." Before leaving. Sitwell was alone, and his phone began to ring.

"Yes, sir?" He answered.

"Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious." Sam spoke casually.

"Who is this?" Sitwell demanded.

"The good-looking guy in the sunglasses, your 10 o' clock." Sitwell turned the wrong way. 

"Your other 10 o'clock. There you go." Sitwell saw a man sitting at a table outside, staring right back at him. 

"What do you want?" He questioned.

"You're gonna go around the corner to your right. There's a gray car two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride." Sam commanded.

"And why would I do that?" 

"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up." Sam said as a small red dot of an aimed rifle appeared on the other man's shirt.

Not long after Sam and Charlotte drove off with the agent, he was alone on a roof with Steve, Natasha and Charlotte. Sam wasn't there. He had something planned for the interrogation. 

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Steve demanded.

"Never heard of it." He said.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Nat asked.

"I was throwing up. I get seasick." 

"Liar." Charlotte growled. She could learn about people's dirty secrets as easily as HYRDA did with her abilities. And she wanted answers for what she found out. So she was pretty pleased when Steve held him dangerous close to the edge.

"Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers." Sitwell said, calling their bluff.

"You're right. It's not. It's hers." Steve let go, only for Natasha to give a swift kick and send Sitwell screaming over the edge.

"Wow. That was pretty hardcore, Nat." Charlotte said breathlessly, pretty impressed. She knew he wasn't dead, which is why she was even more excited to see Sam swooping in, carrying the agent in his hand. He was tricked out in his Falcon suit, a set of whinging metal wings that could actually fly.