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Chapter 17
Old Friends

Jamie was lucky she brought comm. links in her bag. She always carried around a specific variety of things. Extra ammo - both ICER, Neutralizer, and bullets, coms, and the troll phone.

Lucky Nat could get her hands on a sniper rifle on such short notice, Jamie thought, compensating for the wind as she looked over the ledge of the building over towards the hotel. The plan was good, well, good if it worked, otherwise Jamie was going to murder someone in public...She didn't think it would come to that though. Sitwell was a rather selfish guy. He would do anything to save his own ass.

Jamie's job in taking in Sitwell, after they found him with the help of Taylor once more, was rather simple. She was placed on the rooftop several blocks away. It was her job to make sure Sitwell knew that if he tried anything funny before they had him in the car, she'd shoot him. Of course, he wouldn't know it was her, but that didn't really matter.

Jamie checked Sam's location before moving back to the door to wait for Sitwell to come out. He was having lunch with Senator Stern. He's the guy that gave Tony crap a couple years ago about his suits and stuff, she thought, narrowing her eyes through behind the scope. The guy's got more work done than most movie stars…Stern left, and Sitwell's phone rang. He saw the caller ID for Pierce, when it was really Sam, and told the two other agents accompanying him to leave his side.

This is going smoothly, she thought.

"Yes Sir," Sitwell answered, hearing every word through the comm link Sam was wearing.

"Agent Sitwell, how was lunch?" Sam asked. "I hear the crab cakes here are delicious."

"Who is this?" Sitwell demanded.

"The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock," Sam answered for him. Jasper turned, though not enough. Jamie just rolled her eyes and wondered how he even managed to become an agent. "Your other ten o'clock." He turned some more, finally seeing Sam, who lifted his drink up to him. "There you go."

"What do you want?" Sitwell asked.

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

"And why would I do that?" Sitwell asked.

That's my queue, Jamie thought. She shifted her hand just slightly up from the trigger to turn on the mounted laser built into the rifle. She put it right on the center of his chest, right under the crease under the knot of his tie. Aim small, miss small, she reminded herself.

"Because that tie looks really expensive," Sam pointed out. "And I'd hate to mess it up."

Sitwell looked up, searching for Jamie, but never finding her location. She just smirked as he went along with Sam's instructions. Sam, Nat and Steve would bring him in the car to the rooftop she was on for their little conversation. Until then, Jamie was free to disassemble the weapon as slowly as she liked because it would take a couple minutes for them to get there.

I should go to the shooting range more often, she told herself. I miss this. Jamie started to take the gun apart and put it away in the large case, sitting on the ground lazily as she did so. This is a really nice gun, she thought. I wonder if Nat will let me keep it….or at least try it out before she takes it back.

Jamie's head snapped up when the metal door to the roof slammed open against the wall and Jasper Sitwell was thrown to the concrete. That was fast. He rolled, his glasses falling off. Jamie smirked. And here comes the fun part, she thought.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm," Steve demanded stalking his way to Sitwell, Nat trailing right behind him.
Sitwell got up to his feet and started to back up towards Jamie. He put his glasses back on, denying all the while. "Never heard of it," he said.

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

"I was throwing up. I get seasick," he diverted. His heels his the ledge of the building and from how fast he had been backing up, nearly toppled over backward. The only reason he didn't go over the edge was because Steve grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket.

Jamie walked up next to Steve's right, Nat on his left. She crossed her arms over her chest, blue eyes flaring brightly, narrowed in a glare.

"Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof?" Sitwell asked skeptically. "Because it's really not your style, Rogers."

Steve's jaw twitched before he gave the smallest of smirks. "You're right," he said. "It's not," he added, smoothing out Sitwell's jacket for him. "It's hers." Steve moved out of the way so Nat could do her thing.

Nat stepped forward and lifted her foot, slamming it into Sitwell's stomach. The force propelled him backwards over the edge of the building. He screamed, descending quickly. None of them did anything as he gained speed.

It was weird how calm they were all acting as they just stood there on the rooftop after Natasha kicked Sitwell over the edge. Steve just stood there with his hands in his pockets, Jamie was sitting on the edge of the building watching as Sitwell continued to fall. She wanted to see Sam in action.

"Oh, wait!" Nat said a bit excitedly. Jamie turned to look at her to see what she was up to, or to see if she thought something was off with their plan...though really, their plan was horrible and a bit cruel. "What about that girl from accounting, Laura-Laurell…"

Jamie just rolled her eyes and looked back over the edge. This wasn't really the time to talk about this, wasn't it? Why would she even do it right in front of Jamie anyway? She knew she liked Steve, she knew that it made her mad….that's probably exactly why she did it. That little devil...
"Lillian. Lip piercing, right?" Steve finished for her, motioning to his lip at the mention of the pierced area.
"Yeah, she's cute," Nat added.
"Yeah, I'm not ready for that," Steve answered hesitant, not at all sounding interested in the proposed woman.

Jamie was relieved and looked back over. She got up and crossed her arms over her chest as she made her way back to the group. "Not into the whole bad girl thing, Steve?"

"Not really," he admitted with a shrug, hands still in his pockets.

"So I guess Taylor's out the the question then?" Nat asked directed at Jamie.

"I think Taylor's too much more most people to handle," Jamie chuckled.

"Well, if that's not your type, what is your type then, Rogers?" Nat asked Steve this time.

"I don't know. I guess someone genuinely nice," he answered.

"So someone like Jamie?" Nat said, a smirk gracing her lips.

"Tasha," Jamie scolded.

Steve seemed to be at a loss for words for a good moment. He opened his mouth several times to respond, but kept closing it before he finally managed to say, "There are a lot of nice people! Not just Jamie."

"Is this really the time to talk about this?" Jamie pressed, hearing Sitwell's screams start to come back up.

Sam flew up, one hand on the collar of Sitwell's jacket. He dropped him behind the group, who all quickly went over to surround him for further questioning. Sam landed by the doorway to block it just in case Sitwell tried to make a run for it. Sitwell couldn't even get up though. He just raised a hand to make them stop.

"Zola's algorithm is a program!" He told them quickly.

You're such a weasel, Jamith though, rolling her eyes. "A program for what?" She pressed.

"For choosing Insights targets!" He finished.

"What targets?" Steve asked.

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

"In the future? How could it know?" Steve asked.

Sitwell laughed. "How could it not?" He staggered to his feet and continued. "The 21st Century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it." That didn't really answer their question all too much, so he went on. "Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores! Ola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future."
"And what then?" Steve asked.

"Oh my God, Pierce is going to kill me," Sitwell muttered.

"What then?" Steve pressed, stepping closer to the bald man.

Sam grabbed the back of his jacket again to steady him and make sure he didn't run. It forced him to answer the question. "Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time."

"How the hell can you be okay with that?" Jamie growled, moving forward with every intent to rip his throat out. Steve had to grab her to prevent her from getting him. Jamie squirmed, her wound brushing against Steve's arm. She managed to slip out and throw a single punch to Jasper's cheekbone.

"Jamie!" Steve called, pulling her away before she could do anything else. "You need to calm down. I know how bad this is, but you have to keep your head in the game, okay?"

Jamie slowly got her breathing to calm down, and in turn herself. She nodded her head, running a hand through her hair. "Okay, I'm okay," she told him.

"We'll stop this," he assured her. "I promise. If it's the last thing I do."

"I'd prefer it not be the last thing you did," Jamie muttered, looking him up in his beautiful blue eyes.

Steve's lips slowly turned into a soft smile. "Me too," he said. "

"Are they always like that?" Sitwell asked.

"Shut up, you don't get to ask questions," Jamie snapped.

"Why did I have to sit in the middle again? Jamie complained to Nat, who was sitting next to her on her right. Sitwell was to her left in the back seat of the gray car they had stolen and had been using while in pursuit of Sitwell. "I mean, if I were the smallest I'd understand, but you're smaller than me!"

"Because I got here first," Nat answered with a smirk, checking her watch.

Sitwell was extremely nervous. Jamie had never seen him like that before, not even when the helicarrier was being attacked before the battle of New York. "Hydra doesn't like leaks," he stated, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah, Pierce is going to kill you," Jamie muttered, rolling her eyes. "You said that….twelve times."

"Then why don't you try sticking a cork in it?" Sam grumbled to Sitwell.

Nat leaned forward in front of Jamie to get closer to Steve and Sam, "Insight's launching in sixteen 're cutting it a little bit close here."

"I know," Steve said, looking straight forward at the road. "We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly."

"What?" Sitwell gaped, leaning forward just a bit, elbowing Jamie in her wounded side. "Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea." Before he could go on to complain some more, there was a thump on the roof of the car, and the the window to his left shattered, shattering glass all over Sitwell and Jamie, and a bit over Natasha. A silver metal arm grabbed him by the collar and yanked him was thrown into the other lane on the bridge going the opposite way, and shake in front of a passing semi, killing him instantly.

"Fuck!" Jamie yelled. She had tried to grab Sitwell before he was janked out, but whoever pulled him out of the car had a much greater strength than the female. How the hell did he get up there to begin with? Jamie asked herself.

In shock of what just happened, Jamie and Nat just looked at one another for a moment before there was a gunshot. The bullet went through the roof and through the seat. Thank God Jamie had been sitting with her legs spread open after trying to grab Sitwell, otherwise the bullet would've gone straight through a leg. She screamed, pulling her legs up and she moved to her left where Sitwell had just been. The likelihood that he'd shoot there were slimmer, so at least that was what Jamie was thinking.

Natasha climbed into the front, right onto Steve's lap. She pulled his head to her chest away from the headrest, where seconds later was shot through. She then kicked a foot out and pressed Sam into the window next to him, where another bullet went through the headrest. Jamie just missed it by moving back into the center.

Sam slammed on the breaks and put the car in reverse sending Jamie forward into his seat. The person on the top of the car was thrown, but as he slid on the ground, he rolled to his feet, using the shiny metal arm to slow himself down.

Oh my God, he really does have a metal arm, Jamie thought. The assassin was dressed in all black. His brown hair was rather shaggy and straggly, hanging down around his face. Over his eyes were thick, black goggles, and his mouth was covered with some sort of mask. He certainly looked intimidating, that was for sure. If anybody was to murder Director Nicholas Fury, that was the guy she would think he would look like.

Natasha raised her gun and pointed it at him. The shot never got fired. Jamie was once again thrown into the seat in front of her as a car rammed into the back of the car. They kept on the gas, driving them forward despite Sam stepping on the gas while the car was in reverse. Before the car was about to ram into the unmoving assassin, he jumped up and grabbed the top of the windshield and hang onto the top of the car. The sudden force

The Winter Soldier punched his fist through the front windshield and grabbed the steering wheel, yanking it completely out of the car right in front of Sam. "Shit!" Sam yelled in response.

Nat finally got ahold of the gun and pointed it at the roof, shooting blindly. The Winter Soldier jumped off of their roof and onto the top of the hummer behind him. Jamie pulled out her gun and turned her back to the front seats. She aimed out the shattered back window, sending bullets whizzing in the hummer direction. She managed to hit it several times, but of course it would be bulletproof. Tie luck was never that good.

The hummer rammed them once more, sending the steering wheel less car sideways into the concrete guard rail, bending the left front wheel. This lack of control and bent frame turned the car, ready to flip in a matter of seconds.

"Jamie fly out now!" Steve ordered her from the front seat. "Hang on!" Steve instrucked. He broke open his door, shield pressed against it as he held onto Natasha and Sam, dragging them out of the car, sliding on the road.

Before Jamie could even try to move out with the side or back windows, the cair was sent into the air, flipping and jostling her around enough to throw her from side to side inside the metal death trap. The car flipped at least seven times before it finally settled upside down on the roof.

And just like that, everything seemed to still. There were no sounds. There was no light. No movement or thoughts of moving. There Wasn't even a complete recollection of what had just happened for a good thirty seconds.. There was just complete discomfort and pain.

Jamie normally had a pretty good recovery time from when getting hit with something big and painful, like getting shot, and acting in response to the threat. However, this was a bit different. Jamie had only ever been thrown around like that once before, back when she had gotten hit by a Chitauri into, if she recalled correctly, a Best Buy in New York City. She had never gotten tossed around like a piece of unpopped popcorn in a pot on the stove before.

Slowly her mind came back to her. Other than pain, the first thing she registered was the loud explosions and rapid firing of guns. Her head was already pounding from having been bashed around the sides of the car. The war zone soundtrack really didn't help with regaining her composure.

Gotta get up, she thought. But how could she get up and out of the car if she couldn't even see straight. And even though she couldn't see straight, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her back hitting the seats above her. Glass dug into her palms and her knees, wedging even further and she brushed her hands around her to check to feel i she could find anything usefull. Her right hand bumped into her backpack, her right her gun, and then sam's wings again with her right as she moved forward. At least I'll be armed. She leaned forward, almost like taking a knee step to move close to try and find a way out. God, I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"Go! I got this!"

Sam? Jamie lifted her head up at the sound, banging it against something. "Fuck," she groaned. She took a couple deep breathes, eyes squeezed shut as they nausea remained, but subsided ever so slightly: just enough where she could find a slot in the crushed window frame to slip out of.

Finally out, Jamie managed to stand up, using the side of the upturned car to support herself. Her bag and Sam's wings remained on the ground next to her, her gun in her left hand. All around her were bullet hole ridden cars, several of them engulfed in flames. I was only in there a couple minutes, right? She asked herself. It was true, a lot had happened in the minutes he tried to regain herself.

There was chaos all around, but no sight of Steve and Natasha. Jamie was jsut able to make out Sam's fom over by the edge of the bridge, pointing a gun and shooting at people down below. He was the only friendly around, but he wasn't the only person. Across the bridge, on their same side, three more men stalked towards Sam, who had his back to them with no idea what was about to happen.

Jamie raised her hand and shot despite not being too sure how accurate her her aim would be. She emptied the cartridge, taking down all three men her shots caught Sam's attention, who tuned to see the three HYDRA men on the ground. His eyes made it to Jamie and nodded, jogging over to her.

"You look like shit," he said.

"Yeah, I don't wanna do that again," Jamie muttered to Sam. "Got you a present," she told him, her foot tapping his metal pack on the ground. "Got a feeling we'll need it. Where is everybody?"

"Done there," Sam answered, nodding his head down under the bridge. He reached down and put the pack on, securing it with the straps around his chest. "And they definitely need our help. You sure you're okay to fight?"

"Nope," she muttered. She dropped her entry cartridge and reloaded. "But that hasn't stopped me before. Come on!"

Despite everything, Jamie rushed forward and dove off the side of the bridge. It only took her a second to get her energy and adrenaline flowing. They had to fly several blocks done to find where everybody was. The assassin was several yards away from Steve, facing him, while Steve just stood there staring at him with an odd expression. Natasha was several more yards behind Steve leaning against a car.

Sam flew in and kicked him, sending him stumbling. But of course, he was better than that and regained his balance. The Winter Soldier raised his gun and pointed it at Steve. No! Jamie mentally screamed. She gave an extra push and flew in the path of the shot, the bullet going straight through her right shoulder. She skid on the ground, gritting her teeth, tears spilling over the edges of her eyes. Nat had, right after Jamie had taken the bullet, shot around Steve. It hit the truck, causing it to explode and allowing for the assassin to make his escape.

Before any of them knew it, they were surrounded by the STRIKE members. Various individuals yelled orders for them to stand down and to get down. And of the guys pressed Jamie further into the pavement. They jammed a needle into her neck, injecting her with the neutralizing agent for her powers. Jamie let out a muffled scream as her whole body burned and froze at the same time.

Her limp body, from the pain and exhaustion, was dragged to the transport truck last, shoved in next to Steve on the right, bound so they couldn't move. And that was it. They were captured, something she never thought would happen.

Jamie was just scared this meant it was all over.

Sorry about the spelling errors in the last chapter guys! I think I was just going too fast and didn't look back over it enough! Oh well. I've also got five more chapters done, one in particular I think everybody is going to like, it involves Cat Carter, if anybody can try and figure that little bit out. Anyway, I hope everybody likes the chapter.

Thanks to the following individuals for their reviews on the previous chapter:

MidnightPenguin- Sorry about the errors! It's probably because I was trying to type so much faster than I actually can, though I can type pretty damn well. The ideas just come faster than I can write, you know? It's why my handwriting isn't good when I'm just jotting down notes and stuff. Anyway, I'm glad you liked the chapter anyways though! And I'm planning that exact scene right now too, actually. The confrontation, though it's probably not all too big.

KnowInsight- Sam is awesome! I love practically every version of Falcon there is too. He's just so likable!

CJ/OddBall- Let's see, I don't know exactly when, but I do have a scene played out with more flowers. It becomes a bigger factor when Jamie moves back to New York and into Avengers Tower, if that's enough of a preview for you. Oh, and I hope Jamie's scenes here was good enough for you and enough of what you expected. Side note, if you like my marvel story this much, I have another one in the works. A younger SHIELD agents. The series for her starts out right before Iron Man 2 and if you're interested, let me know and I can share it to you. I just need an e-mail to put into google docs for you. If not, totally good. I think I'm going to send her back into Cap 1 instead of Jamie.

Jedi Jelsa777- I say they should've gone with a hydra. I mean it has multiple heads, so you get the same effect as the tentacles, right? Oh well, at least it looks cool, I guess. And there was the whole thing in Agents of SHIELD where they had the history of the HYDRA symbol to so, idk. And yes, I have seen Ant Man, and Jamie will be making an appearance in it with Sam, if that's anything to look forward to. Having Jamie in the movies would make my day! They could get Barbara Palvin to play her even, though I don't know if she can do an American accent...

Jo- Sorry I didn't have the sneaking in scene like you would've wanted. I didn't really know how to do it.