"Are you sure that's him?" Elizabeth asked.

Elizabeth, Steve and Natasha stood on the top of the roof as the three of them peered down on the streets below, waiting for Sam to make his move. A man in his early thirties walked out from the hotel opposite them. Next to him was an older man who was more on the bigger side.

Natasha had told her that Jasper Sitwell wore glasses and had a lack of hair. So obviously it was the younger man. Each one of them were accompanied by at least three personal guards. They watched from above as the two men embraced before the older man left, leaving Jasper Sitwell standing in the street.

"Definitely," Steve said confidently. "You see the size of that head?"

From below, Sam dialed the number on his phone and watched from across the street as the phone rang in the mans pocket. He glanced at he caller id -which if everything went as it was supposed to- would say Alexander Pierce.
Sitwell said something to the last of his bodyguards before they left.

He answered the phone as Elizabeth diverted her attention to Sam who sat at a cafe by the corner of the street. Watching as the two conversed through the phone, Sam did the signal -a quick text from a burner phone to Elizabeth- and Natasha aimed a sniper towards the mans chest. The red laser found its spot right on his dark blue tie. As they predicted, Jasper Sitwell followed Sam without any difficulty. Waiting for Sam, the three on the roof made some small talk.

"How long have you been doing this again?" Elizabeth asked Natasha as she effortlessly kept away the weapon. The way the older woman walked and talked just screamed power and not gonna lie, Elizabeth found it hot.

The wind blew harshly in their ears, making it hard for Elizabeth to hear her response. "My whole life," Natasha answered her as the wind ruffled her red hair.

"Makes sense," Elizabeth raised her voice as the wind picked up. Turning around to face Steve she asked him the same question, "And you?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he stared ahead toward the rooftops of the nearby buildings. "Give or take about seventy years," he replied casually.

"Not bad for an old man," she joked lightly as Steve casts her an amused smile. Soon enough, the door to the rooftop bursts open. Sam pushed Sitwell through it roughly, making the man fall to the ground. Locking eyes with Elizabeth, Sam nodded his head at her before leaving back the way he came. He had to get into position after all.

Steve picked Sitwell up by the collar and shoved him back on his feet. "Tell me about Zola's algorithm," he asked getting straight to the point.

Natasha walked up toward him with Steve, pushing him back with every step the two took forward. "Never heard of it," Sitwell lied, his eyes briefly glancing behind him to see Elizabeth standing on the ledge. She was heightening his fear, in the unlikely event that the two avengers in front of him weren't enough to make him want to wet his pants.

Steve shook his head disappointedly as Natasha rolled her eyes from beside him, obviously knowing that he was lying. "What were you doing on the Lumerian Star?" Steve asked as he backed Sitwell up to the ledge.

"I was throwing up," the man stuttered worriedly. "I get sea sick." Not realising how close he was to the ledge, he nearly tripped off the roof if it weren't for Elizabeth grabbing him last minute and shoving him back into Steve's chest.

Grabbing the mans front of his shirt, Steve shoved Sitwell harshly until half of his feet were off the ground. "Is this little display meant to insinuate you're gonna throw me off the roof?" Sitwell taunted with a smug smirk despite all his emotions practically screaming fear. "Cause it's really not your style, Rogers."

Nodding as if agreeing with the man, Steve let his grip on the mans suit go slack. "You're right, it's not," he sighed as he straightened Sitwell's tie exaggeratedly. "It's hers," Steve moved aside to reveal Natasha standing with a coy smile when it dawned on Sitwell what was happening.

Natasha front kicked Sitwell straight off the roof, the satisfying sound of his screams filled their ears. "Well?" Natasha looked toward Elizabeth who watched as the man fell.

"Yeah, he's ready to talk," she informed her with a triumphant smile as she felt Sitwell completely give in to his fear already wishing that he had told the trio on the roof some information.

As expected, the hum of Sam's suit filled their ears as he shot upwards barely grazing the front of Elizabeth's shirt. He tossed Jasper Sitwell onto the roof like a sack of flour before landing by the door to the roof. Elizabeth hopped down from the ledge, walking up to Sam as she ignored the man on the floor who groaned in pain.

"I've still got it," Sam muttered to her as the metallic wings on his suit folded back into its place, disguising as a rather large backpack.

"Whatever you say, bird boy." She told him as they both walked over to Steve and Natasha who stood over Sitwells recoiling form.

Noticing the two people standing over him, Sitwell attempted to back up until he bumped into Sam, who sent him a mocking smile. "Zola's algorithm is a program," the man on the ground quickly blurted out, not willing to go through the whole process of falling again. "For choosing Insights targets," he continues through deep breaths as he held a hand out to keep himself away from Natasha, as if that would stop her.

"What targets?" Steve questioned with a crease between his brow.

"You," Sitwell gasped out as he pushed himself up on his knees. "A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian from New Jersey." He took a deep breath before starting up again, listing off people on the list. "Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange. Hell, the whole Grace family! Anyone who's a threat to HYDRA." He ended, obviously not knowing who Elizabeth was. "Now, or even in the future," he ended.

Feeling all eyes on her at the mention of her family name, she tensed up slightly. "The future?" She repeated with a frown on her face, not understanding how that was possible.

Apparently, Steve had the same question, "How would it know?"

Jasper Sitwell laughed at the question, as if it were something a child would ask. "How could it not?" He exclaimed as if it were obvious. "The 21st century is a digital book and Zola taught HYDRA how to read it," he continued as he stood up. Noticing the unsure look on everyones faces, he decided to enlighten them. "Your bank records, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores! Zola's algorithm evaluates people past to predict their future," raising his voice only to lower it at the end.

"Then what?" Steve asked as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

As if it suddenly dawned on him what he's done, Sitwell took a deep breath. "Oh my god," he ignored Steve's question as he looked to the ground in horror. "Pierce is gonna kill me," and they all knew that he didn't mean figuratively.

Steve shook is head. "What then?" He repeated, waiting for an answer.

"Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off that list, a few million at a time." He answered, looking somewhat proud of his work.

"Yikes," Elizabeth cut the tension as she dragged out the word as all heads turned to her. "That doesn't sound good."

***

"HYDRA doesn't like leaks," Sitwell remarked from beside her.

They were all squished inside a small black Prius, ready to go find some answers. Sam drove while Steve was beside him in the passenger seat. Elizabeth was sandwiched between Natasha and Jasper Sitwell, leaning more towards Natasha.

"Well, then why don't you try sticking a cork in it?" Sam remarked as he checked on the three people in the backseat through the review mirror.

"Isn't Insight launching in 16 hours?" Elizabeth asked as she poked her head out between Sam and Steve.

Natasha nodded from beside her. "We're cutting it a little bit close here," she agreed.

"I know," Steve said as he turned around to face Natasha. The two briefly spoke about how they were going to use Jasper Sitwell to bypass the DNA scans then access the helicarriers directly.

Leaning forward in his seat, Sitwell looked at Steve questioningly. "What?" he exclaimed as he practically crossed over Elizabeth to reach Steve. "Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea-" He was cut off by the sound of a loud 'thud' on the roof.

All heads in the car looked up from the source of the sound. Elizabeth had opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted when a metal arm broke through the window and grabbed Jasper Sitwell by the arm. His body was tossed on the road to the oncoming cars. She had reached for his arm to pull him back but it was too late.

She watched as the arm that was hanging from the roof of the car pull out a gun. Immediately springing into action, Natasha jumped to the front seat right into Steve's lap just as Elizabeth rolled to the left to avoid a bullet coming through the roof.

Aiming a gun towards the roof of the car, Natasha shot blindly just hoping to get a good shot. Noticing that the bullets didn't stop coming, and not knowing what else to do, Steve shifted the gears of the car. Elizabeth nearly flew out of the car from the sudden stop.

From above, the figure of a man dressed in tactical gear flew forward and off the car. The figure steadied themselves with the metal arm as it created an unpleasant sound as it scraped against the road. The sound of metal on tar clashed as cars all around them swerved to avoid them. With a couple of metres between them, the man stood up from his position slowly looking completely unharmed. A face mask covered most of the mans face and eyes, whatever skin was left uncovered was blocked by the mans chin length dark hair. All in all, he looked like an assassin.

No one made any moves at first, still staring with wide eyes at the assassin before them. In Steve and Natasha's face a mixture of dread and recognition flooded them. Now probably wasn't the best time to ask questions about who that was. "Sam, drive." Elizabeth told the him when no one made a move to do anything. "Drive!" she exclaimed as the man started walking toward them. Just as Natasha had aimed her gun at the man and Sam had his hand on the gear, something collided into their car from the back.

"Shit," Elizabeth cursed as she tried to avoid being made into a pound of meat. Looking behind, she saw a jeep crashing into the rear of the car, making them move forward.  Moving over, she tried to climb out of the space where the rear mirror would be had it not been smashed into pieces.

She couldn't see the driver through the heavily tinted windows, so she didn't see it when they aimed their gun and fired at her. Ducking just in time so that a bullet whizzed past her ear, she yelled a warning to those in the front seat.

Continuing with her initial plan, she started climbing out the window. Her body was halfway out when she felt another bullet fly past her, narrowly missing her arm. Her head shot up to see the attacker, a man was leaning out the passenger side with a rifle in his hand as he got ready to take another shot. Her eyes widened before using her abilities on the man. Sleep.

Elizabeth watched as the man slumped forward, his gun dropping to the ground. The driver pulled the man back into the jeep, not letting him exit the car. Finding it hard to put the driver of the jeep to sleep, she sighed in frustration. She'd always found it hard to use them when she couldn't see the person. Deciding on the next best thing, she felt the heat rush to her hands as a burst of energy shot from her hands , finding its place through the windshield.

Turning around to see what was going on at the front of the car, Elizabeth saw Natasha still in Steve's lap as she fumbled around on the floor for a gun. The assassin still stood in the same place as before, his lean figure getting closer with every second that passes.

"Sam!" She yelled, getting his attention.

Without turning around Sam yelled back at her. "What?"

"What do you mean 'What'?" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Do something!"

Sam paused to look back at her with a frustrated expression, his eyebrows knitted together. "I'm trying!"

At the front of the car, the assassin jumped a split second before the car would've run over him like roadkill. For the second time in the past ten minutes there was a loud thud on the roof of the car.

In the front seat, Sam tried to swerve the car only to have a metal hand breakthrough the roof and rip the steering wheel straight out of the dashboard. "What the fuck!" Sam exclaimed in surprise with a glance upwards.

Finally finding the handle of her gun, Natasha shot it upwards. Making a few holes in the car but none in the assassin himself. Jumping from the car to the jeep behind them, the man crouched on the front of the car.

The jeep accelerated and collided with them once more, knocking them into the curb. The red and blue catching her eye, Elizabeth reached under the seats and grabbed the shield. Yelling his name, she passed it to Steve.

Wanting some form of protection of her own, she blasted the door of the car off its hinges. Next thing she knew the whole car flipped over in the air. Pushing her whole body weight onto the door, she felt herself fall for a second before colliding with the tarred road below. The door acted like some form of a pathetic sled as she skidded across the ground.

Groaning, Elizabeth stood up once her makeshift ride had come to a stop, while brushing off all the pieces of glass off herself. She looked around for a minute trying to find anyone else who didn't wanna shoot her at that moment.

An overturned car stood between her and who she presumed was the assassin based on his long hair that she could see from the back. Three jeeps were lined up next to him as he lifted a grenade launcher up to his shoulder.

Taking aim, he fired the weapon towards Natasha and Steve. Luckily, Steve was quick enough to push Natasha out of the way and block the shot, pushing himself off the bridge and right into a bus on the street below. Well, that man really does shoot to kill.

As much as she would love to run after the two, she couldn't find Sam anywhere and that made her anxious. She looked around for him, only growing even more worried when she couldn't see him anywhere.

A line of HYDRA agents and the assassin advanced on to where she presumed Sam and Natasha were. And she just couldn't let that happen. Silently running up to one of them, she knocked him out from behind, careful not to alert the others. The deafening sound of gunshots that surrounded her covered up whatever noise she made. As fast as she could she put two agents to sleep, before advancing on the remaining three.

She didn't manage to make it to them before a cool hand wrapped around her throat, blocking her airways. Feeling herself being lifted off the ground, she was turned around to become face to face - more like face to mask- with the assassin.

Trying her very best to free herself from his grip she realised it was no use. He was much stronger than her. Using her abilities she hit him with a blast of energy to chest, making him let go of her and fly backwards to the other end of the highway. His once black tactical gear had a medium-sized hole in the centre with a small hue of blue around it, the colour of her powers.

As he regained himself and made his way back toward her she focused every ounce of energy that she had to put him to sleep. Not wanting to kill or hurt him too bad incase he proved useful to them. But it was as if it had no affect on him whatsoever.

Deciding to try a different tactic, she attempted to make him feel some form of pain. Yet, just as before nothing happened. The amount of pain she was bringing down on him was enough to bring a person down to their knees all he looked was mildly annoyed. Which was saying something considering he practically had his full face covered.

Taking in a deep breath as he got closer to her, she bent down to take out the knife from it's strap by her leg. She twirled it in her hand as the assassin took his own sweet time coming towards her, confident that he would win easily. The old fashioned way it is then, Elizabeth thought as she felt the familiar engravings on the knife's handle.