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CHAPTER 27

When Sam finally came back from his morning jog, he found Allie is sitting at the kitchen table while she read something on his laptop.

"Good morning, sunshine," she greeted him as she took a sip from her coffee mug.

"You made coffee?"

"I need my daily caffeine in order to function and I didn't want to wait for you," she responded and looked back down at the laptop. "By the way, you should be expecting Rogers and Agent Romanoff at any moment."

He opened the refrigerator to grab a water bottle, "Agent Romanoff?" He took a sip of water.

Before she could respond, there was an abrupt knock at the side door. The duo looked at each other before Sam opened the door. Sure enough, Steve Rogers came as expected. "Hey man," Sam managed to say.

"I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low," Steve said with hope in his voice.

Sam tried to let everything sink in. Rogers and the redheaded woman looked beat up.

"Everyone we know are trying to kill us," Natasha interjected.

Sam paused for a moment before replying, "Not everyone." He stepped aside to let them in before inspecting his surroundings and closed the door.

As Steve made his way though the kitchen, he came to an immediate stop once he noticed Allie. He furrowed his eyebrows at her an opened his mouth to say something.

"Allie, wasn't expecting to see you here," Natasha spoke out from behind Steve.

Allie smirked at the irony, "Wish I could say the same."

Natasha gave her a quizzical look, "Wai-"

"I'll explain later," she answered her unasked question.

"You guys can use my bathroom to clean up," Sam offered.

"Thank you," Steve gave him a thankful nod.

30 minutes later...

"How do you expect us to believe anything you say?"Steve asked Allie and gave her a stern look.

She internally flinched by the expression on his face. It reminded her of the look her father gave her whenever she got herself into trouble. "Well, believe it or not Rogers, I have never once lied to you. I may have manipulated you to do things for me, but manipulation and lying are two different things."

"You're selling yourself short, hun," Natasha warned.

Allie rolled her eyes. "Look, I misjudged your intent and I'm sorry. Okay? But, I'm not fucking around when I say that millions of people will die if we don't get our shit together. H.Y.D.R.A is rising and every super hero or anyone who has the potential will be erased."

Steve and Natasha gave each other a look before a nod. "Okay, we'll trust you, but your mission doesn't end here."

Allie grinned at him, "I was hoping you would say that."

Steve was surprised by her response and gave her a nod. "Good."

"Glad we are on the same team," she said shortly. "This morning I did some of my own personal research on H.Y.D.R.A and I have found something very interesting." She pulled up a saved tab and turned the computer screen around to face Steve.

"The helicarrier," Steve said in shock.

"Sorry, the what?" Sam asked.

"The helicarrier is an aircraft that was built by S.H.I.E.L.D's engineers," Natasha answered.

"And someone obviously helped compromise it," Allie responded.

"So, the question is: who in S.H.I.E.L.D can launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha questioned.

"Pierce," Steve replied as he locked eyes with Allie.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world," Natasha leaned forward in her seat next to Allie.

"But he's not working alone, Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star," he noted.

Natasha looked at him with a thought, "So was Jasper Sitwell."

11:02 AM

"Al, we got Sitwell to talk. Meet us at the other side of the bridge in five minutes. If the future changes, let us know," a voice spoke through the earpiece Allie had put in earlier that morning. "You got it, Cap," she replied as she took a hit off of a cigarette and sat at a cafe next to the bridge. "I'm already waiting."

As she put her cigarette out in an ashtray, Allie leaned back into her chair. She wished she had a phone to give her some sort of entertainment, but she threw her's into the trash back at the hospital. She couldn't risk the chance of her father finding her through GPS. If she were going to play this game, she needed to evaluate everything carefully.

It only took two minutes before she heard a few people yell from the crowd as a body flailed from the top o the bridge and landed on the concrete. Blood and brain matter were splattered all around the body. Sounds of car horns beeped from on top of the bridge cause everyone to stop what they were doing and take a look at the sight before them. Allie stood from her seat and walked over to the body with curiosity. As she got closer, she noticed the gold watch that rested on the tanned wrist and the expensive suit the person once wore. To her horror, it was the one person she needed alive; Jasper Sitwell.