"Do you swear to tell the truth, only the truth, and nothing but the truth?" A woman asked both Steve and Natasha as they stood in front of many politicians and higher ups.
"Yes," they said at the same time. They sat down.
"I don't know what else th...
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Chapter 6- Project Insight
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"Get in loser we're going shopping," Nat pulled up to the coffee shop I was currently enjoying breakfast at.
I rolled my eyes at the reference- one that I actually understood- and tipped the waitress that had saved me. I had paid up front so there was no issue with that. After I got in the car Nat turned to me.
"We got a mission."
"That's what I figured since you came all the way to DC," I chuckled.
"We need Steve too. Call your boyfriend, will you?"
I ignored what she called Steve, pulling out my phone and texting him a warning about the mission and that we were coming to pick him up.
"He's probably by the Washington Monument," I told Nat, "He goes for morning runs there."
Nat began to drive there per my direction. We arrived a few short minutes later. There, Steve was talking to a man, seeming quite happy while doing so.
"Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil," Nat rolled down her window, calling outside.
"That hilarious," Steve said sarcastically, getting in behind me, "Can't run everywhere."
"No, you can't," the man replied.
We took off into traffic. I turned back to Steve with a grin.
"Did you make a friend?"
Steve nodded silently in response, a small smile on his face.
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I stood in between Steve and Nat on the quinjet, watching intently as we were given the plans for our mission.
"The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago," Rumlow explained.
"Any demands?"
"A billion and a half."
"Why so much?" I asked.
"Because it's SHIELD's."
"So it's not off-course, it's trespassing," Steve sighed in frustration, I'm getting tired of Fury's janitor."
"Janitor?" I looked at Steve in confusion. He gave me a face that old me he would explain what that was later.
"There are twenty-five top mercs, led by this guy. George Batroc. Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties. Mostly techs as hostages and one officer, Jasper Sitwell."
