"All my life I've been called a monster. But when I met you, you showed me otherwise."
Iron man 2-Avengers: Endgame
I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS OR MARVEL MOVIE PLOTS! I ONLY OWN ELLIOTT MILLER AND MY PLOT! ALL OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO MA...
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Quinjet, Indian Ocean ELLIOTT'S POV
"So What are we looking at here" I asked rumlow, I stood next to Natasha and Steve.
"The target is a mobile launch platform, the lemurian Star" rumlow moved a few of the pictures on the monitor.
"They we're sending up Their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago" rumlow explained moving over a little so we can see the monitor.
"Any demands?" Steve asked.
"Billion and a half" rumlow answered, I raised an eyebrow confused. "Why so steep?" I asked.
"Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s"
I looked over at Steve confused. "So it's not off-course. It's trespassing"
"I'm sure they have a good reason" Natasha spoke up.
"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being of being fury's janitor" Steve complained looking down at Natasha. "Relax. It's not that complicated"
"No, no Steve's got a point" Natasha sent me a glare before looking back to rumlow.
"How many pirates?" I asked rumlow.
"25. Top mercs led by this guy" rumlow pulled up a picture of a man, shot hair and a goatee. "Georges batroc. EX-DGSE, action division. He's at the top of Interpol's red notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had 36 kill missions. This guys got a rep for maximum casualties" rumlow explained.
I nodded. "Sounds like a top dog, this shouldn't be to bad" i said crossing my arms.
"hostages?" Steve asked.
"Mostly techs. One officer. Jasper Sitwell" a picture of the officer came up. "They're in the galley"
"What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship" Steve asked himself.
"Oh ya know, probably the fun stuff, get a drink maybe" I joked.
"Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find batroc. Nat you kill the engines and wait for my instruction, rumlow you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get them out. Elliott you clear the way for rumlow and the S.T.R.I.K.E team, let's move" I nodded walking over to grab a parachute.
"Secure channel seven" Steve said into the comm. "seven secured" Natasha replied.
"Did you do anything fun Saturday night?" Natasha asked him.
