oh captain, my captain |STEVE ROGERS 1|

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I was picking my nails and watched the entrance for the building we were on top of so Sam could bring Sitwell to the roof. I had my headphones plugged into an old ipod and was slightly swaying to some old songs that I used to listen to in high school.

One of my headphones was unplugged from my ear and when I looked up, Steve had put the other in his ear, bending down close to my face. As mortified as I was, Steve seemed interested.

"What song is this?" He asked, getting out his tiny notebook.

I smiled faintly, remembering when we were at Pattie's. "Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Suede." He wrote it down and swayed his head to the up beat music. "Different from what you used to listen to?"

He laughed. "That's an understatement."

I'm hooked on a feeling, I'm high on believin', that you're in love with me.

Steve's eyes met mine at this line and I felt my face go pink. I dropped my eyes to the ipod screen, my stomach in knots. I knew I was falling for him, should I stop it? Should I just go with it? Does he even feel the same?

I felt like a teenage girl again and it frustrated me. Natasha burst through the door with Sitwell and I quickly put away the headphones and ipod. We quickly followed the assassin as she threw down the man on the gravel of the roof.

"Tell us about Zola's algorithm," Steve said, his voice strangely attractive and stern as he squared his shoulders and grabbed Sitwell's jacket.

"I have no idea what you're--" His eyes met mine and he gasped. "Oh my god, it's you. You have Countessa on your side?"

 "Countessa?" I questioned, glancing at Steve and Natasha who both didn't know what was happening. "That's what they're calling me? Countessa?"

"Because of the gold aura and beauty you have. It wasn't too hard to come up with." He reached in his jacket and with a slightly shaking hand handed me a phone that had my threat to Hydra playing. My hair was entangled with the golden streams of light and my eyes were like beacons of white light.

"Oh dear," I mumbled as I handed Natasha the phone. Sitwell grinned at me and Steve shoved him on the ground again, forcing him to backup to the edge of the building.

"Don't look at her. What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Steve growled and I looked at Natasha with a impressed look on my face and she just rolled her eyes, smiling smally. 

 "I was throwing up, I get seasick," Steve forces Sitwell to the edge of the rooftop, Sitwell just smiles. "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers."

Steve took a deep breath and straightened his jacket. "You're right. It's not." He stepped back and Natasha stepped forward. "It's hers." Nat kicked the center of his chest and he flew off the side of the building.

"You're pretty protective of Maeve there, Steve." Natasha commented and I laughed. "It's kinda sickening."

"He was being weird," Steve protested. "And I don't see him having an unspoken thing with Mae, now does he?" We shared a grin and I bumped his shoulder with mine.

"No, I'm not really into bald people." I stated, peering over the edge to see Sam grab Sitwell out of the sky.

"What about Dwayne?" Nat inquired and I scrunch my eyebrows.

"The Rock?" She hummed and I shook my head. "I couldn't handle that."

At that moment was when Sam dressed in his Falcon gear dropped Sitwell onto the ground at our feet. I laughed and clapped my hands together.

"You see that?" I pointed at Sam. "That is a man who belongs in the suit. Feel good to be back, Sam?"

"Better than ever, Stirling." Sam replied and I gave him a thumbs up.

 "Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!" Sitwell's whole body was shaking as the three of us approached. 

I snickered and leaned down. "Nothing like being kicked off a building to humble your sorry ass. Now tell us what targets you're talking about."

"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." He was yelling now and the weight of his words almost knocked the air out of my lungs.

"The future? How could it know?" Steve questioned and Sitwell laughed loudly.

"How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it." 

"Everything today is online. Everything from your past, birth records, where you lived, school information, behavior patterns..." I spoke, everything clicking in my head.

"Yes! 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."

"And what then?" Steve spoke and Sitwell groaned and looked heavenward.

"Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me." He looked like he was close to tears. I grabbed his collar roughly and shook him.

"If you don't tell us, you won't have to worried about Pierce killing you. You'll have me to worry about. And I will tear you limb from limb."  I hissed and tightened my grip on his collar, hearing the clothing tear. What then?!"

"Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time."