Save Me || Bucky Barnes

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"Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Steve demanded as the trio continued to walk closer towards Sitwell, who continued to scramble backwards away from them.

"Never heard of it." Sitwell replied quickly.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Steve followed up just as quickly.

"I was throwing up, I get seasick." Sitwell smiled nervously. That smile, however, quickly faded as his back came into contact with the edge of the roof. He slowly stood up, not once taking his eyes off the trio. The air was silent for a moment before Sitwell spoke up again.

"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 taunted Steve.

"You're right. It's not. It's hers." Steve dipped his head in agreement before he gestured towards Natasha. Natasha stepped forward and smiled before she raised her foot and kicked him in the chest. Sitwell plummeted off the roof, screaming the entire time.

"Oh wait, what about the twins from accounting?" Natasha suggested, remembering some more girls from work that Steve and Bucky could take out on a date.

"The ones with the eyebrow piercings?" Steve double checked.

"Yeah, they seem nice." Natasha confirmed with a smile.

"Yeah, we're not ready for that." Bucky's face scrunched up, showing his distaste. Sitwell's screams had just ceased moments ago. Before they knew it, Sam had flown up the side of the building, in his Falcon gear, with Sitwell in his grasp. As he flew over the roof, Sam dropped Sitwell before he descended onto the roof top. He folded his wings back into the pack before he rejoined the others.

They then formed a circle around Sitwell, who cowered on the roof with his hands raised.

"Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!" he yelled suddenly before they could advance on him anymore.

"What targets?" Bucky inquired as he shared a confused glance with the rest of the group.

"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." Sitwell explained.

"The future? How could it know?" Steve asked, still confused. Natasha raised her eyebrow as Sitwell just laughed at Steve's question.

"How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it." Sitwell paused before he continued once he looked over the four confused faces, "Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates peoples' past to predict their future."

"And what then?" Steve continued to drill him for an answer to his question.

"Oh my god, Pierce is gonna kill me." Sitwell whined, ignoring his question.

"What then?" Steve demanded again much louder, taking a step towards Sitwell to threaten him.

"Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time." The group glanced at each other nervously. Steve had known from the very beginning of all of this that the Insight helicarriers were no good, he even told Fury he thought so. Now look where it got him.

Steve sighed before he ran his hand through his hair tiredly.

"Let's get him back to the Triskelion."

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Rogers?" Natasha asked after she shot Sitwell a death glare for trying to speak up.

"No, not really. But maybe we still have a few friends left there who would know what to do." Steve spoke after a moment of silence. Everyone shared a wary glance before they nodded their heads. Sam took charge of getting Sitwell to the car, marching ahead of the other three in order to save time.