I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 51 Sitwell and Hydra

"Ahh you guys gotta be shittin me, goddammit Steve! We need to abort, follow, and find him afterwards," I hissed under my breath, as Sitwell approached Nat and I from the north side of the busy street. We were surrounded by agents, and personal security, but Sitwell already had his phone pressed to his ear, and looked annoyed and slightly scared.
"We're surrounded by people, and I think that's Rumlow up there with a few other agents, it looks like their protecting Senator Stern. This is a big risk Steve," I decreed, but for us, it was a necessary one, and Steve wasn't going to lose him.

Just an hour ago, we stopped at one of Fury's small storage units, that was off the books, and loaded up on weapons and communication equipment, after Natasha secured Sam's dire need for the weapon at a locked down military facility, before heading into the city.

Sam and Steve had located Sitwell rather quickly, and we were lucky the lunch he was having with Stern lasted a couple of hours, since it took us a while to get situated.
After we parked our cars, and spread out, Nat and I waited three blocks away from the busy street until Cap put his crazy plan into play.
Sam had the phone Tony sent me, and used it to call Sitwell, with Pierce's own phone number, after Nat was able to rig the phone, in order to make sure Sitwell answered, but he was surrounded by agents, and I was hesitant to just stand there, and watch us fail.
"One that needs to be taken, Sam you ready?" Steve remarked.
Our earpieces crackled, and Nat and I put our heads down, while we casually strolled to the corner of the busy intersection.
"In position, good to go, he's on his way," Sam replied, "be there in two minutes.."

We watched as Sitwell hesitantly sent his group of agents away, and began walking to the car I had parked around the next block. Natasha stood at my back, and focused her small high velocity weapon on Sitwell's tie, lighting it up with a red dot, as he sat down in the passenger seat.
"This is so fucken stupid, they're gonna know something's up, and he's probably being tracked," I whispered, but didn't move, as Tasha moved my long hair over the barrel, following Sitwell's quick procession, with Sam driving to the building Steve was waiting, "the building's been checked?"
"Probably, but let's go," Tasha stated, and slipped the gun into her backpack, as we hopped into the car and followed, "stop being such a wuss."
My rage reared, "a wuss?" I growled lowly.
"You're fidgeting, this is just another mission, and we need this information," she mumured casually, glancing over at me as I pulled the hem of my long sleeve down, and pulled at a lose thread.
"None of you will ever learn until it's too late, but this..this runs deeper, I can feel it, and it doesn't help we now know Stern is involved somehow," I cursed thinly, and briefly, closed my eyes, "we're facing an army, and I feel.." My muscles twitched with anxiety, once Sitwell didn't make a fuss or yell, actually he didn't seem to worried at all.
Not even as we pulled up to the nondescript curb, and Steve pushed him into the apartment building fifteen blocks away, without looking back.
"What? What do you feel?" She asked after a minute of silence, but how could I explain the fierce burning in my hands and feet, the build up in my chest, while my mind felt cascaded by black? I couldn't explain.
"Nothing, Sitwell doesn't appear to be worried, does he?" I asked, and kept my eyes going back and forth between the building and surrounding areas, "no more than ten minutes and we go..Brock's not stupid, they're probably already looking for him.."
"Stupid enough to get caught, but we got him, now let's see what he knows," Nat hissed impatiently, while we both converged around the side of the dirty building both men had disappeared into.
"Sam, keep watch, and alert me to any movement down on the street," I ordered, and followed Natasha up the fire escape, "you think he's gonna talk?" I uttered, hearing the roof doors being slammed open, just as we set foot on the gravel.
"I taught you better than that," she smiled, joining Steve when he came forward and pushed Sitwell towards the edge of the fifteen story building.
He grabbed Sitwell by his expensive shirt and held him over the edge, but he just laughed, as I focused my gaze on the asshole in front of me.
Fear rolled off Sitwell's body, but also a smugness, which didn't bode well for any of us.
"Tell me about Insight," Steve snarled, growing slightly red, while Sitwell laughed, "he refuses to cooperate.."
"I wouldn't laugh asshole, Cap's pretty pissed off," I snapped, finally moving closer to the edge, "and so am I, and I'm not as nice about it."
I pushed the hood off my head and looked down at the man we had rescued a few days ago, but all his bravado was suddenly gone, and I smiled.
"He won't hurt me, it's not his style, and I don't know what you're talking about," Sitwell yelled, pushing his expensive glasses over his nose, as Steve dropped him onto the gravel roof, and stepped back from my approaching form, "stay away from me Agent, we wouldn't want to make your situations worse," he added, his fear saturating the atmosphere, "none of you can hurt me."