MEM·O·RY
/ˈmem(ə)rē/ noun
¹ the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information.
Haven had spent her entire life watching. She's seen all, heard all, and knows all. When she hears of an evil power rising in the galaxy, it's up to her to f...
"Can you find Sitwell?" Steve asks, turning to Haven who was shoving another piece of bacon in her mouth.
The blonde woman nodded, closing her eyes. She searched every corner of her mind before smiling, seeing his bald head strutting out of a stone building.
"Listen, I gotta fly home tonight because I got some constituency problem and I gotta press the flesh." An old man says, walking beside Jasper.
"Any constituent, in particular, Mr. Senator?" He asked, chuckling at the old man.
Haven turned away from their conversation, looking around the area. She saw tall stone buildings, blue and white striped awnings, tables, chairs, and she knew.
"He's at the outdoor cafe downtown. We need to go now. He's leaving, but I can get us there, " Haven said, opening her eyes.
Everyone nodded and they took off. Sam flew in his Falcon suit and Haven carried Steve and Natasha.
Landing, she could see the old man walking away. "Places, go!" Steve said, jogging across the street with Natasha. Sam went and sat down, dialing Jasper's number, and Haven flew off, getting in place to catch him when Nat kicks him off of the roof.
As she floated on the side of the building, holding herself up with ability, her mind couldn't help but wonder. She wanted to celebrate with Thor and plan with Loki. Yet, she was here, and she didn't know why.
Haven always had the burning desire to help others, maybe that's why she was here. She knew that the Sights meant something and she had to figure it out.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she heard the sound of a door banging open above her. They were here.
"Tell me about Zola's algorithm, " Steve spat, she could hear his pounding footsteps.
"Never heard of it," Jasper replied.
Steve kept walking, his feet booming against the ground. "What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?"
"I was throwing up. I get seasick." Jasper said, she could tell he was close to the edge. Haven heard him stumble and she looked up, watching Steve grab his collar and pull him back. "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're going to throw me off of the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers."
"You're right. It's not." Steve said, letting go and stepping to the side. "It's hers."
And just like that, Natasha slammed her foot into his chest, sending the man flying off of the roof.
Haven watched him fall for a bit, listening to his girly screams before latching onto him and throwing him back up.
She landed gracefully on the roof, letting Jasper hit the stone hard.
"Zola's algorithm is a program for choosing Insight's targets, " Jasper breathed, still laying on the ground.
Steve stepped closer, glaring down at the man with such a rage, Haven watched with intrigue. "What targets?"
"You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Security of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA. Now, or in the future."
"The future?" Steve asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "How could it know?"
Jasper chuckled, making Sam and Natasha step up in an intimidating way. "How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA 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 said, glaring at Sitwell.
"Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off of the list. A few million at a time."
Haven looks to Steve, eager to see what his plan was.
"Let's go, " he says swiftly, grabbing Jasper's jacket and walking to the door.
Natasha glanced at Haven before they follow, Sam coming in close behind.
They got to the car in a matter of minutes, shoving Jasper in. Sam and Steve climb into the front seat, leaving Haven and Natasha to decide who gets in the car next.
"You go. I'll find another way, " Haven said, stepping aside and letting Natasha climb in.
"What're you going to do?" Steve asked, looking at the blonde woman through his window.
She gave him a small smile, "fly, of course."
And with that, Sam drove off.
Haven stood in the parking lot for a couple of seconds, watching them pull onto the main road. As they drove off, she latched onto every bit of air around her, smiling at the vast amount in the outdoors.
Lifting from the ground, she soared high in the air, watching their car drive down the road a couple hundred feet below her.
She could hear the birds flying around her, even an airplane or two. She loved it up high, feeling the wind as it obeyed her every command.
Looking down, she watched their gray car driving over a bridge. She furrowed her eyebrows, seeing a figure in all black jump on top of it.
As he yanked Jasper from the window, throwing him into oncoming traffic, Haven's eyes widen.
The wind slammed against her skin as she flew down as fast as possible. She recognized him immediately, or at least what she had seen of him. The man with the metal arm, the man from her dreams.
The Winter Soldier.
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