Basil waited on top of the building for the others to show up. He had changed out of Sam's gear and into some clothes more his style . (They were stolen but he figured that the American government owed him a heck of a lot). He wore a pair of white trainers and black jeans complete with a short sleeved black shirt. His dog tags hung out as he twisted the metal between his fingertips. The sun glinting on the tin as he waited. Feet kicking out over the edge of the ten story building. The stick of a blue raspberry lollipop sticking out of his mouth.  (He needed the sugar). At his side was a first aid kit and there was a knife holster strapped to each thigh, two more blades on his belt and a further two more smaller ones on his forearms. He was not hiding them. That wasn't the plan.

The door burst open and Basil turned to look over his shoulder as Jasper Sitwell was flung across the roof. The man landed on roof and rolled to his feet, pulling on his glasses as Steve stalked after him. "Tell me about Zola's algorithm", he demanded. Nat walking leisurely behind him.

"Never heard of it", Sitwell stated as he stumbled backwards. Basil sighed and flipped his feet back round and stood up as they approached.

"What were you doing on the lumarian star?"

"I was throwing up, I get seasick". Jasper let out a surprised Yelp as his back bumped into Basil. Steve stopped just in front. The two of them caging Sitwell in.

"You know my friend Basil", Steve smiled slightly. It wasn't a nice smile. "You know what he can do".

"I'm the only thing between you and a ten story drop", Basil muttered cheerfully in his ear. "But I have a tendency to go intangible every now and then".

"Yep. I could just", Steve pushed Sitwell and the man leaned back through Basil and out over the open air beyond. He gasped and flailed. Steve grabbed him by the blazer and pulled him roughly back before he fell.

Sitwell tried to smile confidently. "Is this little display trying to insinuate that you're going to throw me off the roof?" He asked. "Because it's really jot your style. Rogers".

Steve looked at him for a second before relaxing with a smile. He let go of the man. "No, really it's not". Then he stepped aside. "It's hers". Natasha stepped up and kicked him in the chest. Sitwell fell back through Basil with a scream.

Basil sighed and took is lollipop out of his mouth. He turned and watched as the man plummeted screaming through the air. "Aww", he whined. "I wanted to push him".

"You can push the guy next time", Nat promised.

"I really hope there isn't a next time", Steve muttered.

The screaming drew louder again as a figure soared up in front of them. Sam dropped Sitwell on the roof then landed behind them. The huge mechanical wings folding in and the jet pack powering off as he turned. (Stealing the wings was stupidly easy. They basically told Basil to walk in and get them). "Those are even cooler in action", Basil grinned. "Since I stole them, can I have a turn?"

"These are the last ones", Sam stated as he joined them. "I'm not having them wrecked by you mad eye". He paused and flicked his goggles up. "Also your lips and tongue are blue". Basil licked his lollipop with a smirk before turning his attention to the quivering hydra agent on the floor.

"Zola's algorithm is a program!" Sitwell stuttered as Steve and Nat approached. He was trembling and there was a wet patch on his trousers. Basil wrinkled his nose. Sitwell took several deep breaths. "For choosing insights targets".

"What targets?" Steve demanded.

Sitwell waved a hand. "You. The tv anchor in Cairo. The under secretary of defence. A high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner. Stephen Strange. Anyone who's a threat to hydra. Now or in the future".

"Who's Stephen Strange?" Basil asked. "Cause that is a cool name". They ignored him.

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

Sitwell laughed. "How could it not?" He shuffled to his feet. "The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught hydra how to read it". He looked at them. "Your bank records. Medical histories. Voting patterns. Emails. Phone calls. Your damn SAT scores! Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future".

"And what then?"

Sitwell was silent for a moment before looking down at his feet. "Oh my god. Pierce is going to kill me".

"What then?" Basil repeated Steve's question with a growl.

Sitwell looked up at them with wide eyes. "Them the insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time". Basil's lollipop shattered under his teeth. Damn. That wasn't good news.

"Well", he sighed, clapping his hands together as he chewed the remains of his lollipop. He flicked the stick out and gestured at Sitwell with the blue end. "Now that he's spilled the beans. What are we going to do with him? Cause I vote pushing off the roof again and not let Sam catch him".

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They shoved Sitwell into Sam's car. The hydra agent was squished between Nat and Basil in the back seat. Sam driving and Steve having called shotgun. They were driving long a bridge across the city towards the shield headquarters. The traffic not to bad for midday. Basil was chewing on a packet of jelly snakes. The tail of a red and yellow one hanging out his mouth as he watched the world through the window.

"Hydra doesn't like leaks", Sitwell said, leaning forwards. Basil grabbed him on the shoulder and pulled him back.

"Then why don't you try sticking a cork in it?" Sam snapped. Basil dug his elbows in and Sitwell winced.

Nat leaned forwards. "Insights launching in sixteen hours. We're cutting it a little bit close here", she reminded.

"I know. Well used him to cut through the dna scans and access the helicarriers directly".

"What?" Sitwell lean forwards again. Basil slammed him back and drew a knife from his arm and held it out over the man's stomach.

"Lean forwards again and I'll cut you", he grinned. "I'm I doctor. I know where to hit where you won't die but it will hurt so much that you wish you were". Sitwell swallowed and nodded.

"Are you crazy?" He said. "That is a terrible. Terrible idea".

It was that point when something hit the roof of their car. Something heavy with a loud enough thud that everyone glanced up. Basil looked up then cried out as a metal arm burst through the back window and grabbed Sitwell by his blazer. The man was pulled out, screaming. Basil turned in surprise as the man was then thrown into the path of a lorry. Blood sprayed and the scream cut off. The car kept on moving.

Nat reacted, throwing herself into the front of the car and rolling into Steve's lap as gunshots sounded. Basil didn't move but the seat under him gained several new holes. He stood up and stuck his head through the roof. On top of the car, crouched like a spider was a figure in black. He was covered from head to toe. A mask, similar to a muzzle was clamped over his face and a pair of goggles hit his eyes. Dark brown hair hung long down to his neck and there was a red star on the shoulder of the left metal arm. Only the pale skin of his forehead and the exposed skin of his left wrist hinted that he was flesh and blood. He looked frankly terrifying and inhuman. The man turned and Basil blinked then sat back down.

"There's a weird guy with a metal arm and black leather on the roof", he stated.

Sam slammed on the breaks and the figure was sent flying. He hit the concrete and rolled, metal arm stopping his momentum with a loud screeching noise. He flicked his hair up and looked at them. The four of them all looking back in surprise. Basil swallowed. "Is that the man who caught your shield Steve? The one who killed fury?"

Nat blinked. "That's the winter solider".

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AN: oooooooooooooooooooo.