Cosmic [s.r.]

1:14

Steve kicked Jasper Sitwell onto the roof of the building, sending him tumbling to the floor.

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

"Never heard of it," Sitwell said as he adjusted his glasses.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?"

"I was throwing up. I get seasick." He made an excuse as he reached the edge of the building, Steve holding him upright. "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? 'Cause it's really not your style, Rogers."

"You're right." Steve nodded with a smile, straightening the wrinkles he caused on Sitwell's blazer. "It's not."

"It's mine, though," I smirked before Sparta kicking him off the building. "That went well."

"Have you done that before?" Steve asked me.

"Nah, the first time."

"Good job."

"Thanks."

Just then Sam flew up above us with a screaming Jasper Sitwell before dropping him back on the roof.

"Zola's algorithm is a program...For choosing...Insight's targets." He rambled, trying to catch his breath.

"What targets?" Steve asked.

"You two!" He exclaimed. "A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defence, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat...to HYDRA. Now, or in the future." He spat out.

"In the future?" Steve asked.

"How could it know?" I questioned.

"How could it not?" Sitwell laughed before standing up. "The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores! Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future."

"And what then?" Steve wondered.

"Oh, my god. Pierce is gonna kill me." He muttered under his breath.

"What then?" Steve demanded, taking a step closer.

"Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list." He explained. "A few million at a time."

We drove down the freeway in Sam's little car. Since Steve jumped first to the front seat I was sadly in the back with Sitwell.

"HYDRA doesn't like leaks." He told us.

"Who knows maybe you'll be killed with us, thanks to Project Insight." I rolled my eyes at the political officer. "Guys, it's launching in 16 hours. We're cutting it a little bit close here." I leaned forward to Steve and Sam.

"I know." Steve nodded. "We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly."

"What? Are you crazy?" Sitwell retorted. "That is a terrible, terrible idea." A thump sounded from the roof of the car and then a metal arm crashed in through the window, grabbing Sitwell and throwing him into the freeway, getting crushed by a transport truck.

"Well, I guess Fury's killer wasn't a fan either!" I exclaimed.