The Winter Soldier

Agent Jasper Sitwell

After their meeting was over Sitwell walked out of the building with Senator Stern. Although, the team couldn't hear what they were saying, they waited in position. Senator Stern leaned closely to Sitwell and whispered something to him and Elise read his lips. She pressed her earpiece. "He said 'Hail Hydra.'" She informed them, quietly while pretending to be a citizen stretching. She was on the ground.

Stern walked away and Sitwell gets a call. The user ID said 'Pierce.' He turned to his men, "I need a minute. Bring the car around." His men left and he answered the phone. "Yes, sir?"

"Agent Sitwell, how was lunch?" Sam answered the phone. "I hear the crab cakes here are delicious."

"Who is this?"

"The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock." Elise chuckled as Sitwell looked around but doesn't see him. "Your other ten o'clock." He turned the other way to see Sam sitting a few feet away from him. "There you go."

"What do you want?"

"You're gonna go around the corner, to your right. There's a black car, two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up." Sitwell looked down at his tie and saw a small red light from the gun being pointed at him. Then, Steve threw Sitwell across a rooftop, Natasha followed behind him.

Elise could hear the conversation between them as she looked out for Sitwell's men.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Cap demanded.

"Never heard of it."

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?"

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

Elise scoffed while rolling her eyes. "You're right. It's not. It's hers." Steve stepped aside and Natasha kicked Sitwell off the roof, he plummeted down screaming. Elise smirked while watching his falling body.

"Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura...?" Natasha said while they were having their own conversation.

"Lillian. Lip piercing, right?"

"Yeah, she's cute."

"Yeah, I'm not ready for that."

Elise interjected. "You should go for it, Cap."

"Oh, you too."

"Of course." She mumbled. "You've been in ice for a long time. You need to get laid."

"Whoa, Elise! Pause."

Suddenly, Sam, in his Falcon jet-pack suit with wings, flew up holding Sitwell and threw him down on the roof. Steve and Natasha walked towards him and he held his hand up in fear. "Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!"

"What targets?"

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

"What the hell do I have to do with anything?" She asked through the earpiece.

"The Future? How could it know?" Sitwell laughed.

"How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it." Steve and Natasha looked at him in confusion. "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?"

"Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me."

"What then?!"

Elise walked towards her car and got in, waiting for them to get the information out of Sitwell.

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

"Guys, we're running low on time. Bring the traitor and lets go." Elise ordered while starting her car up. She turned down a different street to avoid Sitwell's men, who waited on him in the front. She parked the car on the side and waited for them to get in.