" oh come on, it's happened before "
CASSANDRA BARNES
spy. avenger. sister. hero.
-CAPTAIN AMERICA THE WINTER SOLDIER-
-AVENGERS AGE OF ULTRON-
book two of the cassandra barnes series (read delirium first!!!!)
cover made by the fantastic
@-Psy...
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2014
Cassandra stood on the roof of an office building, which was quite high up, high enough to kill somebody should they fall. Steve was holding onto Jasper Sitwell's coat, preventing him from falling off the building.
"Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers." Sitwell said.
Steve relaxed, pulling Sitwell forward gently, smoothing out the wrinkles in his suit.
"You're right. It's not," Steve said calmly. "It's hers."
Steve stepped aside. Cassandra stepped in line with Sitwell, and threw a front kick to his stomach, pushing him off the building.
"Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura?" She asked. "Lillian. Lip piercing, right?" Steve answered. "Yeah, she's cute." "Yeah, I'm not ready for that."
Sam, in his Falcon wings, flew up, holding a screaming Sitwell. He dropped him on the roof, and his wings retracted. Steve and Cassandra stepped towards the agent, his hand up in fear.
"Zola's algorithm is a program, for, for choosing Insight's targets!" "What targets?" Cassandra asked. "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 Future? How could it know?" Steve asked. Sitwell laughed. "How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it," Steve and Cassandra looked at him, confused. "Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your darn 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?!" Cassandra yelled. "Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time."
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Cassandra sat in the back seat of Sam's car, next to Agent Sitwell. She checked the cracked watch around her wrist, displaying the time.
"Hydra doesn't like leaks." Sitwell said. "So why don't you try sticking a cork in it." Sam retorted. "Insight's launching in sixteen hours, we're cutting it a little bit close here." Cassandra reminded. "I know. We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the Helicarriers directly." Steve informed. "What?! Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea."
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Sitwell by the neck, throwing him out the window into oncoming traffic. Cassandra jumped into Steve's lap, pulling his head down as a bullet hit the headrest of the seat. Bullets hit the window, the roof of the car. Steve pulled the emergency brake, making them lurch forward.
