(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

¹⁹ 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡

"Tell me about the Zola's Algorithm," Steve marched into the roof, kicking Sitwell down. Y/N and Nat followed the two closely, glaring at the latter.

"Never heard of it," panted Sitwell, putting on his glasses and started walking backwards.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Steve paced towards him.

"I was throwing up. I got seasick," he stumbled back to the edge of the roof but Steve caught him. Sitwell let out a quiet breath of relief and smirked, " Is this little display insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers."

"Your right," Steve smoothed out Sitwell's suit, "it's theirs." he moved aside to reveal a smirking Y/N and glaring Nat.

"Bye-bye," Y/N waved at him and she and Nat kicked Sitwell off the roof together, his scream echoing up to them.

"Wait, What about that girl from Accounting?" asked Nat casually, still able to hear Sitwell's screams, "Laura?"

"Lily?" prompted Y/N.

"Lilian," corrected Steve and stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Lip piercing, right?"

"Yeah," Nat nodded, "She's cute, right Y/N?"

"Actually, I have her number," she turned to Steve, "What do you say?"

"Yeah," he jerked his head to the side, "I'm not ready for that."

"Oh, come on," Y/N rolled her eyes and he shrugged sheepishly.

Sam came flying up towards them in his Falcon suit and dropped Sitwell behind the trio. He landed behind him as his mechanical suits folded. Steve, Y/N and Nat, walked towards him at once.

"How about we try that again?" Y/N smiled at him in a sweet, sickening way as Sam joined her side.

"Zola's algorithm is a program," Sitwell held up a hand to stop her, " for choosing," he panted, "Insights targets."

"What targets?" asked Steve.

"You!" he waved a hand at him, "And you!" he pointed at Y/N, who looked taken aback, "A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defence, a high school Valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner," Nat straightened up and Sitwell continued, "Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA." Y/N and Nat exchanged a look with Steve. "Now, or in the future."

"In the future? How could it know?"

Sitwell laughed mirthlessly and scoffed, "How could it not?" he got to his feet, "The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Your back records, medical history, voting patterns, email, phone calls, even your damn SAT scores!" he took a deep breath, "Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past, to predict their future." 

"And what then?" 

Sitwell blinked rapidly, "Oh God, Pierce is gonna kill me."

"What then?" Steve repeated and Sam pushed him forward.

"Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time." Steve's frown deepened as he stared at Sitwell.

"Speaking of," Y/N stated aloud, making everyone turn to her, "What have you done with AIDA?"

"Who's AIDA?" Sam turned to Nat in curiosity.

"I'll explain later," she waved him off with a defeated sigh.

Sitwell smirked slightly, "You mean the AI? She was a very tough one to crack. I'll give you credit for it, Dmitri. But I'm afraid I can't tell you that."

"Okay then," Y/N took a quick, uncalled step toward Sitwell and he took several back in fear, "I'm afraid you give me no choice but to kill you," she strode towards him and backed him up against the brick wall, "You've spilled all the fat beans to us and you're of no use anymore."

Sitwell gulped, "Your AI was based in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. And like I said, Zola's algorithm uses people's past to predict the future. All we had to know was about your past," he smirked but it dropped as soon as it appeared, "and we were able to crack through it. Your AI is the one that will lead the helicarrier to our goal, Dmitri. Or should I say, Sokolov."

Y/N's breath hitched and she took a step back in surprise. Nat's eyes widened and Steve and Sam exchanged a confused look.

Regaining herself, Y/N grabbed Sitwell's tie and dragged him off to the edge off the roof. She pinned him down in such a way that half his body was on the roof and other half was balancing off the edge. 

Appalled, Steve and Sam made a movement to walk towards her, but Nat grabbed their wrists and stopped them.

"You guys go ahead," Y/N rested her foot on his abdomen to keep him in place and bent forward with a piercing glare, "I'm gonna have a little chat with Mr. Smirky here."

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