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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄,                      𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴 !

DIANA, NATASHA, AND Steve all made it into one of Camp Leigh's ammunition storage units, Natasha using one of her phones ━ the one that was regulated by S.H.I.E.L.D. and built by Tony Stark ━ to crack the pin number they needed to get into the large room that hid an elevator in it. They made it down into a large room where an old computer sat, many large motherboards surrounding it, "This can't be the data point, this technology is ancient." Natasha notices a flash drive port, glowing blue and appearing as if someone had put it there just yesterday.

"Initiate system?" The large computer asks, the same words popping up on the screen with green lettering. Natasha walks up to it and begins typing on the keyboard, "Y-E-S, spells yes." She smiles as the computer begins to start up. "Shall we play a game?" She turns to Steve, "It's from a movie that ━"

"Yeah, I saw it," the older blonde replies, holding up his hand to stop her. An accented voice speaks from the computer, a blurry, green image of what looked to be Arnim Zola shows up on the screen, a camera placed on top of the machinery moving around, training its single eye on Diana. "Prince, Diana. Date of birth unknown. Rogers, Steven. Born 1918. Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born 1984." 

"It's some kind of recording."

"I am not a recording, Fräulein," the computer snaps. "I may not be the man I was when the Captain and the Wonder took me prisoner in 1945, but I am." The picture of Doctor Zola clears up, all of the furrowing their eyebrows, though for Natasha it was pure confusion, nodding towards the machinery. "You know this thing?" Steve answers as he walks around the thing, "Arnim Zola was a German scientist that worked for the Red Skull," Diana grimaces at his name, Bucky popping up in her head. "He's been dead for years."

"First correction," Zola says, "I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain." 

"How did you get here?" Steve steps up beside Diana.

"Came here during Operation Paperclip after the war," Diana explains. "Though I told them it was a horrible idea, they still did not listen to me, telling me that he was good now. . . then. . . I forget which one to use now. Anyways, HYDRA grew again under their noses, making me leave S.H.I.EL.D. Or, at least, until you came back." She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the screen, Steve watching her carefully, processing her information. He nods slowly, turning back to the computer as it begins to talk. "They thought I could help their cause," Zola adds. "I also helped my own." 

"HYDRA died with the Red Skull," Steve states, not wanting to accept that HYDRA was growing underneath S.H.I.E.L.D.'s noses. "Cut off one head," HYDRA's symbol glows green on the screen, switching quickly to Zola's head getting another replica. "And two more shall take its place." 

"Prove it."

"Accessing archive," the computer screen shows them old footage of the Red Skull and the original S.H.I.E.L.D. founders, Diana among them, wearing the same grey dress Steve saw her in while he got his current shield. "HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside S.H.I.E.L.D. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed." Footage of Steve leading men into battle was displayed, a crash through a building window showing that Diana had thrown a man out of the second story into a stack of wood. Another crash and Diana was running on the roof. A small clip of Diana sliding across a floor on her shield while wielding her sword and her legs behind her to kick down a man followed closely after. 

"That's impossible," Natasha says, shaking her head. "S.H.I.E.L.D. would've stopped you," Diana finishes, stepping up to the computer. A photograph of a newspaper clipping of Howard and Maria Stark's deaths shows up on the screen, "Accidents will happen." Diana remembered that day. December 16, 1991. They were on their way to the Pentagon before going on vacation, and the person named the Winter Soldier had killed them. Another photo of Fury's recent death comes up, making Natasha gasp. "HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life; a zero-sum." In anger, Steve punches the screen, breaking it into a million little pieces. "As I was saying. . ." 

"What's on this drive?" Steve asks, nodding towards the flash drive, Zola's face coming up on a much smaller screen to their right. "Project Insight requires insight," the scientist answers. "So I wrote an algorithm." 

"What kind of algorithm?" Natasha asks. "What does it do?" 

"The answer to your question is quite fascinating, unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it," the doors behind them begin to close, Steve throwing his shield to stop it, but it was too late, they shut as soon as his choice of weapon hit the metal, "Steve, we got a bogey. Short-range ballistic. 30 seconds tops." 

"Who fired it?" 

Natasha checks her phone again to answer, but Diana already knows; they accessed a top-secret file that the people they worked for didn't want them to know about. "S.H.I.E.L.D.," the Amazonian woman answers, looking around for an escape. "I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it, it's better this way. We're both of us. . . out of time." Steve is quick to notice a small opening in the ground, throwing open the metal door aside, and just as grated metal hits the floor, the bomb hits, Steve grabbing both of the women and throwing them into the hole, following close after. He raises his shield to protect them, rubble closing in on the group. After the destruction, he picks his way out ━ Diana helping him, carrying an unconscious Natasha on her back ━ just as the STRIKE team begins to search the area. They all run off to safety as Rumlow notices a footprint on the ground.

"Call in the asset."