𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 || 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳

   "AGENT SITWELL, HOW WAS LUNCH? I HEAR THE CRAB CAKES ARE DELICIOUS."

The man looked up from the ground, body visibly tensing up as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Who is this?"

"The good-looking guy in the sunglasses, your 10 o'clock," Sam replied.

Sitwell began to look around slowly. Hoping that he would spot the soldier out in the busy street where there were crowds of people at restaurants and going about their day. "Your other 10 o'clock." Sam's correction made the man slowly turn in his direction, finally making eye contact with Falcon Pilot.

Sam raised his drink with a smirk. "There you go."

"What do you want?" Sitwell questioned, clearly annoyed by this massive inconvenience of his day.

"You're gonna go around the corner on your right," Sam began. "There's a gray car two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride."

"And why would I do that?" He inquired, clearly trying to call Sam's bluff.

"Well, I hope that suit isn't expensive," Sitwell tensed when feeling something sharp press against his side. Turning his head to see nothing for a moment, but when he focused his eyes, he saw the space beside him shimmer, "because someone might have to get your blood out of it."

Feeling the knife dig deeper into his side, Sitwell began to quickly move. Another hand grabbed the scruff of his suit and kept a tight hold. "You listen to our instructions and give us what we want, we might just let you live, Sitwell." Jaxon's low automated voice told him.

"Hiding like a coward doesn't make you tough," Sitwell spat.

"Oh, we'll see who's the coward in a few minutes."

JAXON UNCLOAKED HIMSELF, KICKING SITWELL THROUGH A DOOR. Sending him rolling across the rooftop ground as Steve followed the enhanced out of the stairwell, as well as Natasha. It'd been a day since they stormed Fort Meade and putting this suit on, Jaxon felt like it was his second skin. Powers infused into the components like the first time he ever did it. It all just came back to him naturally.

It had been a rarity for him to ever wear the suit, that much he knew. From the brief fragments he did remember, he knew it was for emergencies. And judging by the fact that there was squad defence for the suit, Jaxon only guessed that the amount of money spent was irreplaceable. Now, he got to use it of his free will.

"Tell me about Zola's Algorithm." Steve marched towards Sitwell, who quickly scrambled to his feet and put his glasses back on as he quickly started backing away.

"Never heard of it."

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

"I was throwing up," Sitwell replied. "I get seasick."

Right as he said that, the back of his legs met the edge of the rooftop. But just as he was about to plummet to his death, Steve grabbed him by the collars of his shirt. Saving his life, but still keeping a tight grip on him.

Sitwell shifted on his feet, breathing heavily as Steve glared at him. But then, the HYDRA agent smiled in amusement. "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof?" He inquired. "Because it's really not your style, Rogers."

That made Steve smile faintly. "You're right. It's not." He fixed Sitwell's vest before stepping to the side. "But it's there's."

"On three?" Jaxon asked.

"Three," Natasha replied and the both of you kicked him off the roof.

Sitwell's scream slowly grew more distant in a matter of seconds, leaving the three with only the wind to blow past them. "Oh, wait, what about that girl from Accounting, Laura..." Natasha said.

"Lillian," Steve corrected. "Lip piercing, right?"

"Yeah, she's cute."

"Yeah. I'm not ready for that."

"I can't believe what I am hearing right now," Jaxon sighed under his breath.

Suddenly, the sound of a scream filled the air with Sam flying up and tossing Sitwell back onto the rooftop before landing. The trio quickly approached the former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who immediately crawled a few feet and raised his hand in surrender.

"Zola's algorithm is a program for choosing Insight's targets," he finally told them.

"What targets?" Steve questioned.

"You!" Sitwell exclaimed. "A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defence, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Steven Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA. Now, or in the future."

"The future?" Steve asked aloud. "How could it know?"

"If HYDRA got into S.H.I.E.L.D., that means they have access to some of the most powerful tech on the planet," Jaxon spoke up, looking to Steve. "It wouldn't be too far of a coincidence that they've been mastering the algorithm for the moment they would need to use it."

Sitwell began to laugh, grabbing the group's eyes as he stood to his feet. "The 21st century is a digital book," he told them. "Zola taught them 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 inquired.

But it seemed like Sitwell just realized all the information he had given to them. In the mindset to save his skin, he had given far too much than he originally had anticipated. "Oh, my God. Pierce is going to kill me."

"What then?" Steve repeated a bit louder, taking a few steps towards the man.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Sitwell looked up at Steve. "Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list," he said. "A few million at a time."

Sitting in a small car with three people squished together in the back wasn't how Jaxon had seen his day going. He thought he could rest for a little while longer. But with the information that millions of lives were at risk now. It wasn't about him, Steve, or Natasha anymore. And that might've helped him keep his eyes open and tolerate the tight squeeze.

And as far as it stood, he liked the fact that he divided Sitwell and Natasha. Not that he didn't think the woman could handle herself, but he just liked being the person someone would have to go through to get to her. But even then, the likely hood of him being defeated was minuscule.

"HYDRA doesn't like leaks," Sitwell spoke up, looking to Steve and Sam, who sat in the front.

Jaxon growled in annoyance, hitting the analyst in the throat and causing him to cough. "Shut up then."

"Insight's launching in 16 hours," Natasha stated. "We're cutting it a little bit close here."

"I know. We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the Helicarriers directly," Steve explained simply. "And with Jax's new suit, that makes the job a bit easier."

"Thankful I can be of some help," Jaxon replied.

But Sitwell didn't seem all too thrilled about the idea, judging by the incredulous look on his face. "What? Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea-"

A thud could be heard above, but it was for only a moment before the window beside Sitwell was smashed open and the man was yanked out and sent into oncoming traffic where he was hit by a semi.

Jaxon, thinking quickly on his feet, used his powers and create a forcefield above him and Natasha, blocking the bullets that came through the rooftop. Steve pulled the e-brake, causing the wheels to lock up and send the person above them flying off.

The man's metal arm was the first thing that Jaxon noticed as he slowly stood to his feet. Seemingly holding his ground as Jaxon pulled his gun from his thigh holster. Before he could get any shots off, his body jolted forward by another vehicle running into the back of them.

Natasha grabbed the back of one of Jaxon's straps and yanked him back. He gave a nod of thanks before kicking open one of the passenger doors and climbing onto the top where the mysterious soldier ripped the steering wheel out of the car.

"I already know I'm going to hate you, bud," Jaxon muttered.

The two fought for a few minutes on the top of the vehicle before the soldier jumped over to the Humvee that had rammed into them. Following over, Jaxon pulled out his knife and slashed at the soldier. Knicking him a few times, but never enough to cause serious damage.

When the Humvee suddenly jolted forward with acceleration, the soldier grabbed Jaxon's shoulders, placing his foot in the centre of the agent's stomach before falling back and sending him flying over the vehicle. Jaxon grunted, catching his knife in the air and tossing it towards the back of the Humvee before teleporting to the weapon. Catching the soldier off guard where he kicked the man off the vehicle before being sent flying himself.

Rolling across the ground, soon hitting a vehicle that had come to a screeching halt, Jaxon groaned. Heard an explosion go off with his eyes finding the same man he had been fighting have an m32 in his grasp, firing willingly at vehicles that he saw the rest of the team behind.

He got to his feet, sprinting behind a vehicle where Sam was and looking at the Falcon Pilot. "Bet you had your suit now, huh?" Jaxon quipped, a smile hidden beneath the balaclava.

"Not the time, Jax," Sam grunted.

Jaxon smiled, pulling out a knife from his right thigh sheath and handing it to the man. "Then do something. I need to protect Natasha."

With not so much as another look, Jaxon ran to the edge of the freeway and lept off. Using his powers, converging them to his legs where his powers were able to make the suit take most of the force as he rolled across the ground and sprinted in the direction he saw Natasha go.

Running in the direction where burning cars were. The streets choked up from civilian vehicles they had left behind as he tried to spot any sign of the woman.

But what he got instead was someone running in from his side kicked him in the face. He rolled across the ground, quickly sitting up in a crouch as he came face to face with Ryan. An annoying sight to behold as he didn't have time to play this man's games.

"Long time no see, brother," Ryan grinned. "Like the suit. All you newbie's got the cool little gadgets after I left."

"Which side are you fighting for, Hunt?" Jaxon barked. "You want payback for what Catherine did to you, then go after HYDRA. They're connected."

"I will, but I need to cross off my list," Hunt said. "First; you. Then the rest of the poor bastards that were made clones, then Catherine will pay."

Jaxon clenched his jaw, shaking his head. "Alright, I've had enough of this."

He cloaked and Ryan stayed in his spot. Lips still outstretched into a grin as he made no move to try to fight back or run. And in a split second, his hand snapped out and clenched around Jaxon's throat. The cloaking shimmered before revealing him, hands around Ryan's forearm as he was slowly lifted into the air.

"You didn't think you were the only one with powers, right?" Ryan quipped. "I want you to know what you'll be facing. But until then, keep doing what you're doing. I'll see you soon, brother."

Jaxon let out a yell as Ryan tossed him down the street. His body hit a few vehicles until finally came to a halt when his body was embedded in the side of a vehicle. A groan fell from his lips as he slowly lifted his head.

"Stay where you are!" A gun was shoved in his face, making him grunt, tilting his head to avoid the muzzle touching him. He should've expected HYDRA soldiers to be called in to respond. "Get on your knees!"

Shakily, he pulled himself free from the side of the vehicle and fell forward. Hissing in pain when the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents restrained his arms and tied his hands around his back. A hand came down grabbed the top of his balaclava and yanked it off, revealing his bruised and bloody face.

"This one goes with us," one of the agents said. "Pierce and Catherine would like to have a word with him."

Jaxon was forced to his feet, stumbling forward slightly as one of the vans opened up. His head glanced over, seeing a pale Natasha unable to remove her eyes from him. But he couldn't say much when the butt of the rifle hit him in the back of the head. Causing him to stumble forward into the steps into the back of the van.

Climbing inside, two guards climbed in before shutting the doors. Jaxon closed his eyes, labour inhaling and exhaling as his entire side burned up in agony. His body shifted when the vehicle began to move.