𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ★ Bucky Barnes

01

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❛ one ❜

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━━ THE BRIGHT SUN SHONE DOWN ON THE ROOFTOPS OF DC, it was bright and sunny and the complete opposite of the task at hand. The group had spent the morning preparing to potentially save the world, which was a feat that they didn't think they would be completing so soon after New York. They managed to coerce Jasper Sitwell onto the roof with Sam's not so passive aggressive threats, after finding pressing information about a program called Zola's Algorithm, and were using less than admirable forms of interrogation to push the information from him.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm," Captain glared down at Sitwell through his helmet.

"Never heard of it."

Clearly dissatisfied with his answer, Captain picked him up by his collar and started to push him over the edge of the roof. It was a long harsh drop to the bottom, one that he would never survive.

Sitwell simply smirked, not intimidated because he knew Captain would never drop him, he only let out a snarky response, "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers."

"You're right. It's not. It's hers."

"True, but I'll let someone else have the honors," Natasha stepped aside and a foot came flying out, knocking both Sitwell's breath, and body off the roof.

Steve whirled around, to find a woman clad in an all black bodysuit, much like that of the Black Widows. It was made of a leather like material that insinuated every curve on her body, and had slight silver accents swirling around her appendages. She had a shoulder length, slightly curled, light blond hair which framed her face perfectly. She was not as tall as Natasha, but she was just as lethal looking, with guns strapped to her ankle and hip and a smaller assault rifle on her back. But what stood out the most to him was the mask that clad her face. It only covered the bottom portion, eerily similar to that of the Winter Soldier, so all you could see were her piercingly silver grey eyes.

Steve's attention was drawn from the mystery woman as Sam came swooping in, dropping Sitwell at his feet.

"However, she wouldn't have had us catch him," Natasha smirked.

Sitwell's face was plastered with fear and he threw his hands up shaking miserably, "Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!"

Captain's eyes formed a harsh glare, "What targets?"

"You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future."

The mystery girl glared down at him at the mention of HYDRA.

"The Future? How could it know?"

"How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future," Sitwell seemed to dump all his secrets under the harsh glare of the masked woman, and he swore he had seen her before.

Both Natasha and Steve presses Sitwell further, but it wasn't until the masked women picked him up off the ground and once again held him firmly over the edge of the roof that he spilled. Her strength shocked the other three people, this strength seemed to match Steve's, which was anything but human.