Gunpowder and Satin ; BW

2.15

"So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha asked, taking another bite of the breakfast Sam had made us.

"Pierce." Steve said. I nodded in agreement, taking a sip of my orange juice.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." I reminded them. Both of them let out a deep sigh.

"But he's not working alone, Zolas algorithm was on the Lemurian Star." Steve said crossing his arms over his chest.

"So was Jasper Sitwell." Nat said.

"So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?" I asked swallowing my food.

"You don't." Sam dropped a folder on the kitchen table.

"What's this?" Steve asked.

"Call it my resume." He smirked.

"I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason." Steve shook his head.

Sam sputtered, "Dude, Captain America needs my help! No better reason to get back in."

"He's right." I nodded.

"Where can we get one of these?" Steve showed Sam the photo of a winged pack.

"The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and twelve inch steel wall." Sam said.

Steve looked at me and I nodded, then looked at Nat who shrugged her shoulders.

"Shouldn't be a problem then." The soldier smirked.

[...]

I watched from afar as Sitwell talked to the Senator, blabbing on about something I didn't much less care for. Sam and I managed to get him in the car after threatening him, taking him up to the rooftop where Steve and Nat were waiting. Steve grabbed Sitwell from me and pushed him across the rooftop.

"Tell me about Zolas algorithm." Steve hissed.

"Never heard of it." He gulped standing on shaky legs as we all stalked towards him, minus Sam.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Steve asked.

"I was throwing up. I get sea sick." He chuckled nervously.

I rolled my eyes, pushing him off the roof and shooting a web so he wouldn't fall. He shrieked and grabbed the web.

"Are you going to talk now?" I hissed. Sitwell nodded and I pulled him up to the roof once more.

He smoothed out his jacket and huffed, "You know, throwing me off the roof isn't really your style, Rogers."

"You're right. It's hers." Steve stepped aside and Natasha kicked the agent off the roof. He screamed the whole way down.

"Okay, that was hot." I said out loud, not ashamed in the slightest.

Steve gave me a look and I shrugged, "What? Nat can beat me up anytime she likes. Hell, I'd probably say thank you."

"You're really kinky aren't you?" Nat giggled.

I whistled lowly, "You have no idea."

A moment later and Sam flew up towards the roof, Sitwell in his arms. Sam tossed the agent across the roof before landing next to us. We stalked towards the man who held his hand up in fear.

"Zolas algorithm is a program for choosing insight targets!"

"What targets?" Steve asked.

"You! The spider, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, the news anchor on channel seven. Uh, the kid from midtown, anyone who is a threat to HYDRA now or in the future." The bald man gulped pushing up his glasses with trembling fingers.