CHAPTER SIX:  Winter Solider

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"How about that guy from the coffee shop you always go to?" Sam asked, looking up at where Sitwell would be falling off the roof.

Malcolm made a face at the suggestion. "Why would you suggest him? And stop trying to find me someone to date. Your terrible at it."

"Wait, so, you actually like the coffee there?" Sam very, briefly glanced at his best friend.

"Of course I do! Why would I keep going there?"

"I thought you liked the coffee guy." Sam said, as though it was the only and obvious reason.

"No! Wait, do I make it seem like I like him? Because, then, I can never go to that coffee shop. I'll have no clue what to say, and just plain out saying 'I don't like you' is rude and even more suspicious."

"No, it's just the coffee there is shit. So, I thought you went for the coffee guy."

Malcolm punched Sam, who couldn't retaliate as Sitwell started to scream, falling off the building. Sam brought Pierce up, dropping him off the roof, before diving back down and grabbing Malcolm.  Because, apparently Malcolm was the plan if he still didn't talk.

"Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing...insight's targets."

"What targets?" Malcolm asked, eyes glowing red. Which made Sitwell's eyes widen.
People had put out rumors about the meaning of Malcolm's different eye color. Red meant he was going to kill you, blue was so that he could heal quicker or some shit, and yellow was said to be the safest color. You weren't in mortal danger. Just starting to piss him off.

Which all were false. His eye color changed did have a different meaning, but, not what everyone had theorized. And there was many more theories, Malcolm was just tired of having to explain it if they never listened.

"Him!" Sitwell pointed at Steve, but he was still on the ground. "A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Bannner, Stephan Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA. Now, or in the future."

"In the future? How could it know?" Steve asked.

Sitwell laughed. "How could it not?" Then he stood up. "The twenty-first century is a digital book. Zola taught HUDRA how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores! Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future."

"And what then?" Steve asked. But the other man looked down.
"Oh, my god. Pierce is gonna kill me."

"Not if I do it first." Malcolm threatened, baring his teeth as his eyes turned blue. Sitwell jumped back, yelling but Sam was right behind him, pushed his forward. "What then?" Malcom asked.

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

Malcolm growled.
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"HYDRA doesn't like leaks." Sitwell said, sitting in the back of the car as Sam sat in the driver's seat, Steve sat in the passenger's as Natasha and Malcolm way in the back with him.

"Then why don't you try sticking a cork in it?" Sam glared through the rearview mirror.

Malcolm flashed his fangs, eyes glowing yellow, making the man dress himself closer to the door. Which had Malcom smiling. "Man, I love doing that. Especially, when I use the red eyes."

"Insight's launching in sixteen hours." Natasha said. "We're cutting it a little bit close here."

"I know." Steve replied. "We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly."

"What? Are you crazy?" Jasper Sitwell, sprung up, leaning closer. "That is a terrible, terrible idea."

The glass window shattered, everyone dunking and covering when Sitwell was grabbed and thrown through the window. A truck passed. Natasha jumped in the front, bullets being shit where she sat, while Malcolm moved off to the  other side. Steve pulled the driver's shift, breaking. Their attacker flew off, hitting the ground once before landing, metal arm scrapping the ground to stop him from sliding.

"You have got to be shitting me." Malcolm muttered as he stood up, goggles covering his eyes and another mask covering the lower part of his face.  A car slammed into theirs from behind. Malcolm grabbed the seat to stop from flying forward.

The car behind them pushes them toward the Winter Soldier, Sam turned the wheel but couldn't do anything.

The Winter Soldier flipped over the top beginning of the car, crashing onto the top and making the car cave in a bit. Sam hit the breaks, but still nothing happened.
"Fuck this." Malcolm said, grabbing onto the broken part of the window and flipping himself onto the top.

"That was the worst idea I've ever had." He immediately said, as the Winter Soldier tore the steering shell out of the car, and turned to Malcolm.  The roof top was definitely not big enough to fight on.

"Shit! Malcolm!" Sam yelled.

Malcolm growled at the assassin. Who jumped up, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him into the top of the car that had rammed them. The Winter Soldier sat on the hood of the car. Malcolm grabbed onto his metal arm just as he had kicked the car holding his friends.

The car spiraled, but Steve grabbed onto a hold of Natasha and Sam. Malcolm flipped himself over the Winter Soldier, the car coming to a stop as he grabbed the soldier's other shoulder and flipped him. But, before he could, the solider lifted him metal arm, grabbing one of Malcolm's legs before throwing him the same direction as everyone else had landed.

"Oh, fucking hell. I'm just gonna try and rip his throat out, now." He said as the soldier suddenly had a large gun in his hands. Steve pushed Natasha out of the way, putting up his shield but had been forced back and flew off the bridge.

Sam, Natasha and Malcolm hid behind cars, using them to protect them from the bullets. "Did he use a rocket or grande launcher on Steve?"

"Just move!" Sam yelled, grabbing his shoulder to drag him it from behind that car.  The bullets flew passed them.

Natasha jumped into the other lane, still dodging the bullets. When the Winter Solider aimed his gun father ahead, the car exploding as Natasha used a grappling hook and ran.

Malcolm jumped to the street below, cracks appearing beneath him. The Winter Solider junking on top of a car, and forcing it's top part in.  Malcolm growled before jumping to tackle him down.

He had gotten his claws to sink passed the armed of his regular arm-which held the gun-and his other claws had gone to slashed across the Solider's when he grabbing his arm with the metal one, Malcolm flipped over him before he could turn the gun on him.

The Winter Solider walked off the car, following Natasha. When multiple men dropped zip-lined down and shot off into the streets.  Malcolm saw Steve deflecting the shots with his shield, then glanced up to see Sam shooting at the men.

"Go!" Sam yelled, as Malcolm flipped the last one, knocking him out with how hard he not the ground. "I got this!" Sam yelled again.

Malcolm wondering how fast he could get back up there. "Go!" Sam yelled again.

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Malcolm followed after Steve, Malcolm being only few steps ahead of him. He saw the Winter Solider aiming his gun where Natasha was hidden, he jumped up as Steve used his shield to block the punch from the Winter Soldier's arm. The Winter Solider kicked Steve as Malcom grabbed a hold of his arm, ripping the gun from it. 

A brief thought to just break his human arm passed his mind.  But, before he could do it, the Winter Solider used his other arm to throw Malcolm.

Steve rolled over, lifting Malcom up and shove him behind a car, as he hid behind it, bullets hitting the car.

"Just how many guns does this psycho have?" Malcolm asked, but heard the chamber empty, and the sound of his switching magazines. Or trying to as both Malcolm and Steve attacked. Steve used his shield, pulling Malcolm closer.
Malcolm briefly came out from behind the shield, Steve using the shield to hit the Winter Solider.

Malcolm sink his claws into his side, the Solider quickly hitting Steve them flipping it, he took the shield, bringing it up to hit Malcolm across the face with it.
Malcom grunted as he hit the ground. "I swear it's like cut one head off and another grows in its place."

The Winter Solider hit Steve's chest with the shield, making him roll backwards. Steve got back up, running at him when he threw the shield. Steve dodged it, the shield lodging itself in the back of a van.

Malcolm got up, growling, as he and Steve attacked.  They dodged the attacks, no matter how hard Malcolm tried he wasn't fast enough to also grab the Soldier's arm to stop the attacks. Until Steve punches the soldier across the face.

Malcolm flipped, kicking him back and then landing on his knees, one hand in the ground. He looked up, eyes red as the Solider collided into the car, denting it. Steve immediately jumped up and kneed him in the chest.
Malcolm thought of flipping over the car and grabbing the Solider in a head lock when Steve flipped him onto the ground.

The soldier used his arm, grabbing Steve's throat, before tossing him over the car. Malcolm grabbed the Soldier's human arm, immediately grabbing the other arm and flipped him over. But, the Solider twisted his hand, grabbing Malcolm's arm which caused both to be flipped and collide into the ground.

Malcom rolled away as the Soldier got up, Steve deflecting the punch, as the masked man pushed Steve, using a dagger to try and stab Steve.

"What the fuck-" Malcom started, then shaking  his head then looked down to see a dagger lodged in his side.  He yanked it out, Steve flipped the Solider and grabbing his shield.
Malcolm threw the dagger at the Solider, then jumped up to attack as he grabbed the knife in mid air.

Again, his claws were aimed for his throat, but, the soldier lifted his arm.  The Solider punched Steve in the face, making him move back a few steps as the Solider used the dagger to stab Malcolm. Who lifted his arm to slice at him.

Steve grabbed the arm as he was about to hit Malcolm, then using the shield to hit the Solider in the face. Once again, he flipped him over his shoulder.

The mask fell off, the soldier turned his head back, glaring at the two.

"Bucky?" Steve asked.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" The Solider asked, lifting up his gun.  Sam came swooping in, kicking the Solider down. 

When he got back up, he looks confused, the aiming his gun up. Steve dodged, as did the soldier and Malcolm, the car exploded.

"Did you know him?" Malcolm asked, cars with sirens soon surrounding the four.

As men pointed guns at them. "Drop the shield, Cap! Get on your knees!" Was the order yelled as Steve gently placed the shield down, hands in the air. Rumlock kicks Steve's back knees, another forcing Malcolm to his knees.

"Put the gun down. Not here." Runlock ordered. "Not here."

The other followed, aiming his gun down as they started to handcuff Steve, Malcolm, Natasha and Sam.

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