Chapter 6

"So you and Cap, huh?" The dark skin man beside Evangeline said as they sat at the outdoor cafe.

"Yep." She made sure to pop the 'p' at the end of word. Hopefully he would get the hint and drop the topic. She took a sip of her smoothie, watching the restaurant doors not far from where they were sitting.

"So you have a thing for older men?" Sam snarked. She rolled her head towards him, glaring at him over the rim of her aviators. "Daddy issues?"

"Ya know," she began casually, "I'm beginning to like you less and less."

Sam snorted. "You broke into some guys evil lair and stole back my wings. I think that makes us friends entitled to a small amount of teasing on some level."

She took another sip of her drink. "I may have over embellished the story a little."

The two sat in silence for a few moments, watching the restaurant from their table, until Sam spoke again. "So why you doing this?"

"Doing what?" She still held a causal, almost bored tone as she replied without taking her eyes off the target.

Sam gave a light shrug, studying the stranger next to him. "Helping Steve. You know you don't have to stick around and be tangled up in all this."

It was Evangeline's turn to shrug. "Nothing better to do."

"Common." Sam countered quickly. "There's got to be more to it then that. No one decides to tangle with a bunch of Nazis cuz their bored."

"Steve needs help." She said easily, "So I'm here to help."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "That's pretty noble for a criminal."

"You don't know him well, so why are you risking yourself to help him?" She rested an elbow on the table and looked at the man beside her. "Pot." She said pointing at him before pointing to herself, "Kettle."

Sam purses his lips. "Touché." He leaned back in his chair, letting silence fall between them once again. They only had a few moments before their target exited the building they were watching. They watched him exchange a few works with some other men around him as Sam pulled a burner phone from his pocket. "Time to make a call."

Evangeline smiled, placing her hand over the device and connecting to to the Agents phone. "Play nice."

Sam smiled in return, placing the phone to his ear. "Agent Sitwell, How was lunch? I hear the crab cakes there are delicious."

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Evangeline smiled at the red headed woman beside. "Ya'll interested in kicking any of my ex's off a roof?"

Natasha shrugged, "Anything for the right price."

The thief gave a wicked grin and turned to her Super Soldier. "Oh, I like her."

Steve smiled back and placed an arm around her shoulders, "Somehow I knew you would."

The girls shared a quick laugh and Natasha watched as Evangeline leaned into The Captain's side. She quirked an eyebrow and eyed the man. "I'm guessing she's the reason you've refused every date I've tried to set you up on."

"Something like that." He replied slowly.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, "So are you two a thing then?"

Evangeline shrugged, "Something like that."

Their conversation was broken when Agent Sitwell was dropped onto the roof behind them, Sam landing a few feet away in his newly reacquired flight gear. Steve's demeanour changed instantly. His arms dropped to his sides as he advanced on the Agent. "Tell is about Zola's algorithm!"

Evangeline watched, enjoying Steve's bad cop side.

"I don't know anything!" The Agent insisted from his knees on the rooftop.

Steve advanced, using his foot to kick Sitwell onto his side. "Zola's Algorithm!? NOW!"

Sitwell threw his arms up to try and protect himself from the advancing soldier. "Zola's Algorithm is a program for choosing Insights targets."

"What targets?" Steve pressed.

Sitwell waved his hand and gestures at the group, "You, a TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, the Mutant population. Anyone who could be a threat to Hydra... now, or in the future."

"In the future?" Steve questioned. "How is that possible?

"How is it not!" Sitwell countered, pushing himself the stand. "The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it."

Steve's eyebrows knitted together.

"He's right." Evangeline stated with a grim tone. "No one hides anything anymore. Everything is online."

Sitwell nodded. "Your bank records, medical history, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores! Zola's Algorithm evaluates a person's past to predict their future." The agent closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath through his nose, "Pierce is gonna kill me."

Steve pressed again, "Then what!"

The Agent licked his lips, "Then the Insight Carriers will scratch people off the list, a few million at a time."

"My god." Evangeline mumbled. Red met blue as she locked eyes with Steve. What the hell were they gonna do?

"What's the plan Cap?" Natasha pushed, trying to keep the Soldier on track.

Evangeline's gaze shifted around the group as she tried to process all the new information as quickly as possible. "It's a program." She mumbled.

"What?" Natasha questioned.

"It's just a program." Evangeline smiled, "If you can get me to the main terminal control I can rewrite and disable the algorithm. I could probably do it from a safer location but I would need more time then we have."

Steve nodded, "She's right, it's our best option."

"Her?" Natasha scoffed, "What makes her qualified to disable something like that?"

"She's a technopath." Steve stated.

Sam cocked an eyebrow, "Technowhat?"

"Technopath." Sitwell said in awe of the Mutant. "She can control technology with her mind. I've only ever met one other in person before."

Evangeline snarled at the Agent, "And I hope you never meet another. We're a dying breed because of you and the MRD!"

Steve wrapped an arm around her to stop her from advancing, "That's enough Eva." He turned back to the group, "Natasha, escort Agent Sitwell to the car. We're heading out."

Sam and Natasha escorted the Hydra Agent from the roof, leaving the thief and soldier alone together. Steve turned to her, bring his hands up to gently cup her jaw. "You okay?"

She brought her hands up to rest over his, her thumbs rubbing over his knuckles. She nodded slowly before closing her eyes and running her hands down his arms to rest on his chest. "I'm fine."

"Good." He whispered pulling her towards him and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She looked up into his eyes and smiled softly at him. He returned the smile before lower his head and placing his lips against hers. Evangeline's hands snapped to his neck, pulling him in closer. "God I missed you." He whispered against her lips. She smiled into the kiss, pressing her body against his.

The roof door suddenly opened with a large bang. "Sorry to barge in," Natasha began, "but kinda have a world to save."

Steve jumped back, his face turning red as Evangeline laughed. She shook her head at the assassin before heading for the door