"Listen, I gotta fly home tonight, cause uh...I got some constituency problem, and I gotta press the flesh," Senator Stern said.

"Any constituent in particular, Mr. Senator?" Sitwell asked.

"Uh...no, not really. Twenty-three, kind of hot. Real hot. You know, wants to be a reporter, I think. I don't know, who listens at that point?"

"Doesn't sound much of a problem to me."

"Really? Cause she's killing my back. Look, this isn't the place to talk about it," Stern said. "This is a nice pin."

"Thank you."

"Come here."

The two embraced and as they did Stern whispered to Sitwell.

"Hail, HYDRA."

As Stern stepped away he touched his back.

"See, it's right there..." Stern said.

I just saw that, yeah.

"Should I get it checked?"

"I think you should."

Stern walked away. Sitwell gets a call from Pierce, Sitwell turns to his men.

"I need a minute. Bring the car around," Sitwell said. "Yes, sir?"

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

"Who is this?"

"The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock."

Sitwell looked around but failed to see him.

"Your other ten o'clock," Sam said.

Sitwell turned the other way and saw Sam sitting a few feet away from him.

"There you go."

"What do you want?" Sitwell asked.

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

"And why would I do that?"

"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up."

Sitwell looked down at his tie and saw a small red light from the gun being pointed at him.


Steve threw Sitwell across a rooftop, Natasha followed behind him.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm," Steve said.

"Never heard of it," Sitwell said.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?"

"I was throwing up, I get seasick."

Steve forced Sitwell to the edge of the rooftop, Sitwell just smiled.

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

"You're right. It's not. It's hers," Sam said.

Steve stepped aside and Natasha kicked Sitwell off the roof. He plummeted down, screaming.

"You know, if you don't get your shit together she's gonna leave," Natasha said. "Hell, I might move in on her."

Steve turned to Natasha, eyes wide.

"Helena is bisexual," she said. "We've flirted a few times. I mean, you don't seem to care too much, might as well take my shot.

Steve began to stammer as Sam, in his Falcon jet-pack suit with wings, flew up holding Sitwell and threw him down on the roof. Natasha grins as she watches the super soldier pull himself back into captain mode. She wasn't lying, though. She was tired of the way he danced around the idea of dating Helena.

Steve and Natasha walk towards Sitwell, he holds his hand up in fear.

"Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!" Sitwell said.

"What targets?" Steve asked.

"You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary 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? How could it know?"

Sitwell laughed.

"How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it," Sitwell said.

Steve and Natasha looked at him in confusion.

"Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future."

"And what then?" Steve asked.

"Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me."

"What then?!"

"Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time."


"HYDRA doesn't like leaks," Sitwell said.

"So why don't you try sticking a cork in it," Sam said.

"Insight's launching in sixteen hours, we're cutting it a little bit close here," Natasha said.

"I know. We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the Helicarriers directly," Steve said.

"What?! Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea-," Sitwell said.

The car shook as the Winter Soldier landed on the car roof, pulled Sitwell out through the window and threw him into the oncoming traffic, killing him. The Winter Soldier then started shooting at them through the roof until Steve pulled the break handle making the Winter Soldier drop down onto the street.

"Holy fuck," Natasha said.

Her heart raced as she took in the Soldier. Memories of her past encounters played out in her mind as she curled into the floor. As another car smashed into the trio's car and pushed them along, the Winter Soldier jumped back onto their car, smashed through the windscreen and pulled out the steering wheel.

"Shit!" Sam said.

Natasha began shooting at him but the Winter Soldier jumped onto the vehicle behind them. While the trio's car is being pulled off the road Steve held on to the car door.

"Hang on!" Steve said.

The group watched as Steve broke open the door. Holding onto Natasha and Sam, they slid on the car door through the street.

Not far behind them,, the Winter Soldier was joined by HYDRA agents and the petite form of Nobody. The soldiers took positions to start shooting at them and the trio scatter. The Winter Soldier waved Nobody towards him while shooting at Natasha. This moment of split focus gave Natasha time to shoot him in his eye goggle mask and run for cover.

"Take care of her," he said.

Nobody stares off after the Red haired woman. She found herself struggling to breathe as she readied herself. Expelling the energy she held inside, she floated up and over the side wall to the ground below. Winter followed her close after. He waved her towards the overturned bus and she nodded, taking off.

Nobody stepped towards the bus, hands by her side.

"Focus," she said.

Taking an inhale she drew the black liquid outwards, allowing the power to encompass the machine, dissolving the body. Behind her, the soldiers dropped down, firing weapons into the dissipating bus.

Out a back window, a blonde man flew out onto the ground. She cringed back, releasing her grip on the bus. She felt like collapsing.

The sound of guns firing left her shaking. This was too new, too soon for her to be out in the world. The memories of her time in the hole left her feeling so numb and heavy.

She watched the target hide behind a striped shield. She took another breath and began pushing the liquid towards him. As the strands crept closer, a blinding pain struck her side. With a shriek she fell onto her side.

She glanced over at Winter and their eyes met. His eyes seemed to tighten as he took in her position. Nobody closed her own eyes and released the energy again, pushing out the bullet. She could sense the wound healing., but too slowly to have much affect.

She pushed herself off the ground, looking back over her shoulder. The man with the gun was gone. She righted herself in time to see the blonde man fighting with Winter.

The skill Winter held took her back. His punches were hard to follow but the target managed well. As she thought Winter was winning, her companion was flung towards her, mask falling away.

He landed, and looked at their target. Nobody went towards Winter, hand holding a gushing wound.

"Bucky...?" Steve asked.

Nobody frowned and looked at Winter. Was that his true name? Did the target know her as well?

As Winter aimed his pistol at Steve, Sam flew in and kicked Winter aside.

"No!" Nobody said.

Winter seemed to hesitate in his actions. Out of fear, Nobody let out a groan, releasing the liquid towards the new attacker. The liquid wrapped around his form, surrounding him in chains. She could feel her wound crying, her hold weakening.

The man fell facing her and she watched his face muddle in confusion.

"Lena?" He said. "Baby girl?"

Nobody stepped away from him, looking back for Winter. He had left in a cloud of smoke.

"Lena!" The man said. "Steve! Natasha! It's Helena. Listen to me baby girl, you gotta help us out. What are you even doing here?"

"Who is Helena?"

The man's face dropped.

"I'm…I'm Sam," he said. "You know me, Lena. What's wrong with you?"

"Drop the shield, Cap! On your knees! Get on your knees! Now! Get down! Get down!" Rumlow said.

The man called Steve or Cap held his hands up.

"Get on your knees! Down!"

Rumlow kicked Steve's leg and Steve kneeled down.

"Don't move," Rumlow said.

Rumlow looked at the helicopter flying above them and warned the man holding Steve at gunpoint.

"Put the gun down. Not here. Not here!"

The gun is lowered and the HYDRA agents began cuffing the targets.

"Get the girl," Rumlow said.

Soldiers ran towards Nobody who still stared at the man called Sam in a daze. He kept yelling the name of a woman, Helena. His face was torn, tears rushing from his eyes.

"Come on," a woman said.

Hands grasped her arms.

"We got a wound here!"

More soldiers ran to Nobody, lifting her from the ground. She fought to look back at Sam. He kept shouting that name.


"It was him. He looked right at me like he didn't even know me," Steve said.

"How's that even possible? It was like seventy years ago," Natasha said.

"Zola. Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..."

"None of that's your fault, Steve."

"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky."

"Is no one going to mention her?" Sam asked.

The pair glanced over to him. He kept his eyes on the floor, jaw clenched.

"Who?" Steve asked.

Sam pushed his head back against the metal wall.

"Helena!" He said. "She was there. She didn't…she didn't even recognize me."

"You're sure that was Helena?" Natasha asked.

"I looked her right in the eye," he said. "I know my Lena."

Sam sighed and noticed Natasha bleeding from her shoulder. Helena had been bleeding too. He had shot her. His Lena.

"We need to get a doctor here. We don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck," Sam said.

One of the guards pulled out an electric rod and neutralized the other guard. The guard is revealed to be Hill as she took off her helmet.

"Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain," she said. "Who's this guy?"