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Chapter 38: Hail Hydra

"I'm on forty-one," Rumlow said through his earpiece. "Heading toward the Southwest stairwell."

Rumlow pushed the doors open, but was met by a sound of a click that sounded like a loaded gun behind him.

"No you're not," Zoe said, turning away from the wall, and standing in the middle of the room, gun pointed at his back. "Stop right there, Rumlow," she said dangerously.

Rumlow's lips curled into a smile, listening to her words spewing out of that cute little mouth of hers. It really did amaze him that she ended up this far in the game.

"You're under arrest for the act of terrorizing the well being of others," Zoe said.

Rumlow took a couple of steps forward, "I said stop!" she yelled, and pulled the trigger, firing a shot at him.

Rumlow ducked her shot, watching the bullet land through the window, creating a small hole. Glass shattered down and onto the floor. He twirled around to face his old friend, Zoe.

He chuckled heartedly and tilted his head at her, eyeing her up and down as he became more amused by the minute with her gun trained on him.

"Gonna read me my rights, Zee?" Rumlow said, hands in the air, mostly just to humor her.

She rolled her eyes. "I don't think you deserve any rights and only my friends get to call me, Zee."

"I wonder," Rumlow began, as he lowered his hands gently. Zoe stepped forward, a little anxiously, as she watched his movements. "How your friends will feel if they really knew what you were up to?"

Zoe wrinkled her nose and she licked her dry lips, "You don't have any emotional advantage on me, Brock. Not anymore."

"You know I've always cared about you, Zoe," Rumlow said. "I liked your sass and tenacious wit. We could've made a great team you and me," he stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

As Rumlow stepped forward, Sam suddenly came crashing in on Rumlow and threw a punch at the side of his head. Rumlow grunted at the forcible impact and turned around to face his attacker.

Sam ran forward, grabbed Rumlow's neck, and kicked him in the legs, hoping to throw him off. "Shoot him!" Sam shouted at Zoe.

Zoe's eyes danced back and forth between the two men as they fought against each other.

Rumlow shouted a cry as he forced Sam off of him. Sam fell onto the floor beside Zoe's feet.

"Why didn't you shoot?" Sam asked, as Zoe helped him up off the ground. He grabbed a hold of her shoulder, and she grabbed his arm to pull himself up off the ground.

"He still had his bulletproof vest on," Zoe whispered in haste. "I couldn't."

"There's always shooting him in the head," Sam said.

Zoe frowned. She didn't think that was the humane thing to do, especially since she would have wanted for Rumlow to answer for his crimes like the right way.

Zoe fixated her gun back on Rumlow as he tossed his vest to the side revealing his criss-cross straps across his chest. "This is gonna hurt. There are no prisoners with HYDRA, just order. And order only comes from pain. And if you want, Zee, we can put you're fighting skills to the test. I mean after all you did train with the Cap. I'd like to see some of those moves on me," he said with a chuckle. "Are you ready for yours?"

Zoe and Sam glanced at each other. Zoe tilted her head to the side and shrugged her shoulders.

"Man, shut the hell up," Sam said.

She placed her gun back into her holster against her hip and slipped off her duffle bag. She placed her duffle bag by the door, making a mental note to pick it up when she was done fighting Rumlow to death. If that's what he wanted, so be it. She unzipped her S.H.I.E.L.D. suit a bit so she had a little room to breathe, and rolled up her sleeves.

"Alright, Brock," Zoe said with a smirk on her face. "I'll show you just how badass I can really be."

"I like the sound of that," Rumlow grinned. "Who wants to die first?"

Sam and Zoe shared a look and waited for one another to make the first move. Rumlow tilted his head to the side and decided to take the first plunge by advancing forward. He threw an arm in the air and Sam threw his own arm in the air, contacting each other's fists, holding one another's strengths against their own.

Sam threw his knee up and hit Rumlow in the groins that caused Rumlow to only force Sam back onto the floor with his forehead. Sam slid back against the floor, which made Zoe run to charge after Rumlow.

Zoe was about to run into Rumlow until he flipped her back down on the ground with just his arm. She flew backwards, landing hard on her back. She cried out in pain as the hard floor made contact with her body. She shivered and felt the pain tear her up as Rumlow walked over to her. He placed two legs on either side of her body and leaned down, yanking her shoulders down so he could lean down to her face. Her precious, cute, little face, he was going to miss.

"You do care," Rumlow whispered. "That's why you can't kill me."

"I believe every man should answer for his crimes," Zoe said. "Not this way."

Rumlow chuckled. "I think the Cap's rubbing off on you. You've gone soft."

Zoe glared at him. "Good. We need soft in this world," she said.

"Soft like this?" Rumlow asked, running his calloused hand down her cheek that made her shiver in the worst way possible. She whimpered like a little frightened child.

~*WS*~

"Lieutenant, how much longer?" Pierce asked, still inside the Council room where Natasha stood, frozen due to the fact Pierce now had control of the room.

"Sixty-five seconds to satellite link. Target reengaged. Lowering weapons array now," Charlie Weapons tech replied just as the weapons of the Hellicarrier pulled out to face the targets down below.

~*WS*~

"One minute," Hill said to Steve on the earpiece as Steve flipped himself from the handle bar and onto the platform inside the Hellicarrier's engine blades where the disks would be. Steve ran as fast as he could until he felt a bullet stuck into his back. He grunted at the impact, and fell forward onto the ground. He turned around to see Bucky standing on the glass platform down below with a gun pointed at him.

But one bullet wasn't enough to stop Steve. Steve continued to run down to stop the targeting system. He jumped up and dangled from the ledges of the shelves that held many of the computer chips inside the blue lit up system.

Bucky shot another gun at Steve. Steve lost his balance but continued. He pulled himself up, and landed on the level that contained the chips.

"Thirty seconds, cap!" Hill cried.

"I'm in," Steve said in a wince as he shakily pulled out his chip that would stop the launch from happening and killing thousands of people.

He was about to place the chip inside until Bucky shot him again. This time Steve fell forward to his feet, and sat himself down against the silver railing. He looked down at his suit, noticing the red blood seeping through his stripes.

"We've reached three thousand feet," Charlie the weapons tech announced. "Satellite coming online now."

"Deploy algorithm."

"We are a go to targets."

The weapons targeted the civilians in Washington.

"Targets saturation reached," The tech agent said. "All targets assigned."

"Fire when ready," The second tech agent said.

"Fire in three, two, one…"

But Steve regained his self-composure and got himself up, hanging desperately onto the edges of the chip system, and placed the chip inside. "Charlie locked," Steve said out of breath.

But the targets on the screen at Charlie's tech monitor disappeared. He widened his eyes in shock. "Where are the targets?! Where are the targets?!"

"Okay, Cap, get out of there!" Hill said in a warning tone of voice.

"Fire now," Steve said.

"But Steve?" Hill asked fearfully.

"Do it! Do it now!" Steve ordered.

~*WS*~

Hill looked down at the screen and locked on the targets to fire at the Hellicarriers in the air, a little bit reluctantly because the Cap was still on board.

The Hellicarriers blew up in explosions, as Steve tried to pull himself out of the Hellicarrier. One of the big pieces of metal landed on Bucky. Bucky's cries caught Steve's ears, and he looked over down below to see Bucky trapped, among the fire and the smoke filled Hellicarriers.

~*WS*~

"What a waste," Pierce muttered as he watched with sad eyes through the window as his whole line of work exploded in the skies.

"Are you still on the fence about Rogers's chances?" Natasha asked.

"Time to go, Councilwoman," Pierce said, moving away from the window. "This way."

Natasha watched slightly worriedly as she turned to face Pierce.

"Come on," Pierce said testily. Natasha turned to walk with Pierce. "You're going to fly me out of here."

Fury watched Pierce. As if he was going to let Pierce take one of his best agents…

"No," Fury said. "There was a time I would've taken a bullet for you."

"You already did," Pierce said, already on his way out of the room as he controlled Natasha with his device. "You will again when it's-"

But before Pierce could finish his sentence, Natasha took out a small circle that was one of SHIELD's tech weapons and pressed it between her fingers. Blue sparks of electricity shot through her arm and covered her body that caused her to fall down to the floor.

Pierce stopped in horror as he watched her fall. He looked at his phone as it buzzed, unlocking his device that he had control over her and saw that it was overrided. He turned around to face Fury, but Fury already had his gun out and shot it at Pierce. Pierce fell through the glass and landed hard on the ground.

"Romanoff," Fury said, once Pierce was done. He knelt down next to her. "Natasha!" he said in a loud and concerned whisper. Natasha didn't wake. "Natasha, come on!" he said louder.

Then all of a sudden, Natasha moved her eyebrows slightly and then her eyes slightly but then closed them. "Owe," she muttered. She turned her head to face Fury. "Those really do sting."

~*WS*~

"Hail Hydra," Pierce whispered his final words, bleeding to death, as he listened to his fallen prodigy fall and crash into the waters down below.

~*WS*~

"You're so badass, huh? You can't even kill me" Rumlow said hauntingly toward her ear. "Because you still love me. It's hard to forget a first romantic fling. A first kiss, your first kiss, as you once told me…I felt kind of honored."

She looked up at him and into his eyes. "Actually," she said. "I don't like you anymore, now that I officially know what side you're on. I am pretty badass, especially for what's about to happen to you." She said with a smirk on her face.

He looked up at her with confusion but was met by Sam's sole of his shoe in Rumlow's face that caused Rumlow to fly backwards and land onto the ground.

"You okay?" Sam asked, helping Zoe off the ground.

"Yeah," she said, standing back on her own two feet. She winced as she felt every ache of her body twist in her soul. She ran a hand behind her neck to ease the tension the best she could. "I'm surprised he knows the word tenacious."

Sam let out a hearty chuckle next to her and got ready to fight Rumlow, who no longer deserved the title Agent.

"Two against one is that it?" Rumlow grunted, picking himself up off the floor.

"Well, you do know my true allegiance, Rumlow, so, yes, two against one," Zoe said proudly.

"Well when you make that move, just know it's gonna sting, it's gonna sting hard," Rumlow said and ran after her, but Sam threw himself forward to attack Rumlow.

Rumlow grabbed Sam and threw him across the table, knocking him down. Zoe ran after Rumlow and threw her own fist in his face. He ducked her blow and she kneed him in the groins, that caused him to double over slightly. She was about to attack him again until he picked her up and threw her across the room. She landed hard against the wall, beside her duffle bag.

Rumlow stepped up on the coffee table. "You're out of your depth kid," he warned.

Zoe grabbed her gun from her holster and was about to shoot Rumlow in the back until she saw the Hellicarrier coming straight toward them. "Sam!" she warned.

There was no time to time to think but to get out of there fast!

"I know!" Sam rolled himself up on the ground. He ran over to help Zoe. Zoe dropped her gun and Zoe reached for her duffle and strung it over her body.

Sam and Zoe ran through the office as smoke and debris fell everywhere.

"Tell me you have an escape plan!" Zoe yelled as she ran next to Sam.

Sam glanced at her with questionable eyes. "Uh…" he turned to his earpiece. "Please, tell me you have that chopper in the air!"

Sam turned to face behind him as the ceiling fell close behind them. Zoe and Sam ducked sliding on the ground. Zoe gasped at the impact as she nearly crashed into Sam's body. He wrapped his arms around her and protected her from the falling debris.

He helped her up on her feet. She slipped, and he picked her up in his arms to carry her.

"Sam where are you?" Natasha asked.

"Forty-first floor! Northwest corner!" Sam replied.

"We're on it!" Natasha said. "Stay where you are!"

"Not an option!" Sam and Zoe cried in sync. Zoe wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, burying her head in the crook of his chest. "Uh-oh, uh, Zoe you're not going to like this!"

"I don't care, just get us out of here," Zoe rasped.

Sam sprinted for the window and cradled Zoe's body in his arms protectively, just as he jumped out of the window. He let her dangle from his hand. Zoe screamed in shock, as her duffle bag flew and hit against her chest. She looked up at the helicopter as Fury made his way toward them. Sam threw his body inside.

"Forty-first floor!" Sam cried.

"It's not like they put the numbers on the office doors!" Fury snapped back.

Sam twisted his body around, but Zoe slipped and fell out of the helicopter as soon as the helicopter twisted around. She lost her grip from Natasha, no thanks to Sam's accidental legs kicking Zoe in the head that made her fall out of the helicopter, and almost slipped out of the helicopter hadn't it been for Sam's hand grabbing onto hers. Sam reached for Zoe's hand, as her legs dangled in the air, while Fury moved to pull the helicopter back up, steadying it the best he could with the debris and smoke flailing everywhere in the skies. The door broke off. The helicopter spun around.

"Hill, got a location on Rogers?" Natasha asked.

"Zoe! Shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Sam cried, but Zoe felt like her hand was slipping away from Sam's hand. And Zoe knew Steve was still on that hellicarrier. She didn't want to fall anymore, but she had no choice… and so she looked into Sam's concerned eyes, and pried herself free from his hand. "Zoe!" Sam shouted.

"Steve, come in, man, Zoe's free falling!" Sam said through his earpiece. "Come in!"

Zoe fell from the skies down below, which was befitting because falling seemed to be apart of her now. She would fall in hopes to land in the arms of an angel, or she would die, in hope, so she didn't have to complete her assignment.