"You died decades ago, so turn off the damn program." I hiss, refusing to believe that this computer is supposed to be Dr. Arnim Zola. It's impossible, the SSR captured him and he died of an old age. But on the other hand, artificial intelligence exist, for example, JARVIS. A shiver creeps through my skin, reaching my bones and leaving goosebumps.

"Look around you, Evelyn. I have never been more alive. In 1972, I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain." He explains mischievously, enjoying his power and I cringe with disgust, looking around.

"Not really my favorite metaphor."

"How did you get here?" Steve asks, narrowing his eyes with contempt and mistrust.

"Invited. It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic values. They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own." Zola simply tells us and a sudden realization hits me. The flash drive is filled with information, knowledge about Zola's life from the forties till now. No... Don't let it be true. Don't tell me Hydra...

"Hydra died with the Red Skull." Steve spits, putting one and one together and understanding what Zola means.

"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place." The way he reveals Hydra's comeback makes me imagine an evil grin on his nonexisting lips. Steve and I died for nothing. Hydra is still here, it always has been.

"You bloody bastard." I glare at the screen, clenching my teeth.

"Hydra was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, SHIELD was founded and I was recruited. The new Hydra grew. A beautiful parasite inside SHIELD. For seventy years Hydra has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed." The computer shows us scenes of a soldier dressed in black with long brown hair and a metal arm. The Winter Soldier. Hydra killed Fury.

"You're lying. SHIELD would've noticed, Peggy would have- " I stutter, still not believing what's happening. Hydra has infiltrated SHIELD. They infiltrated something that was important to Howard and Peggy.

"Accidents will happen." Suddenly the article about Howard's death appears on the monitor, showing us how Hydra had killed him and Maria Stark. A blank shock invades my mind, triggering nothing but rage. The car accident... it wasn't an accident. It was murder. They killed him. They killed Howard. They turned Tony into an orphan. "Didn't the Red Skull promise to make Stark pay for your experiment? Well, we won. Your deaths amount to the same as your lives: a zero sum."

"You son of a bitch. You killed him. You killed him!" I scream furiously and my heart beats faster and faster, my pulse increases. Blinded by anger, I throw my fist against the screen, not caring about the broken glass that turns my skin into blood red. The rage numbs the pain, and I don't care about it at all. Just the sweet feeling of revenge overwhelms me.

"As I was saying... " He continues on another monitor, not caring about the damage. "What's on this drive? Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm."

"What kind of algorithm? What does it do?" Steve clenches his teeth and the doors suddenly close, he tries to stop it by throwing his shield in between it, but it's too late. We're stuck here.

"The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it." Zola shows us how missiles are on their way to the military base we're currently in, less than a minute away but I'm too angry to even think. I roughly remove the flash drive and then shoot a blast of electricity at the computer screens, destroying them all.

Steve notices a small opening on the ground, our only way to survive the missiles. He pushes the metal door aside and just as the place explodes, he throws himself and me into the hole and protects us with his shield. The explosion deafens my hearing and I squint my eyes, feeling the rain of components on my and Steve's arm on my back, pulling me close to him. Something hard suddenly hits my head and drags me into the darkness, my last thought contains the murder of Howard Stark.

***

A terrible pounding in my head wakes me up, taking me back to the awful reality. Slowly opening my eyes, I find myself back in a stranger's house, feeling the soft bed beneath me and the bandage around my hand and stomach. I squint my eyes, adjusting to the light and I wonder where I am. When I'm fully used to the bright sun, I suddenly notice a black man in the corner grinning at me and I flinch at his presence.

"Voltricity is in my room. Holy shit, that's so cool." His smirk widens and he appears harmless, which is why I don't attack him. "Oh, I'm Sam Wilson, by the way. Steve came here with your unconscious body in his arms, telling me about your situation and damn, you guys are in some deep shit."

"Since the forties," I add and clench my teeth, forcing myself to sit up and leaning against the wall. "I'm Eve, but you probably already know that. How do you know Steve?"

"From jogging," Sam explains simply and I tilt my head, processing that Steve has trusted the stranger easily like that. "You were sleeping for a few hours and your wounds seem to be okay, they're not all too bad. Steve's taking a shower right now."

"Well... uh, thanks for your help, Sam." I mumble half shyly and he laughs lightly.

"America's national heroes need my help? I'm in, duh. It's my honor. Breakfast's almost ready... if you guys eat that sort of thing." He adds jokingly and is about to leave the room. "You can use the bathroom after Steve. I can sadly only offer you men clothes though."

"No problem." I force a smile and he walks into the kitchen. Letting out a sigh, I glance at the ground, still processing what's happened in the last few days and grabbing the dog tag. Peggy's state deteriorated, Fury died, SHIELD fell, Hydra is back and Howard... Howard got killed because of me. I still have to tell Tony about it but I can't reach him yet since we're still wanted.

"So you met Sam." Steve's voice makes me look up and he enters the room. Water drops coat his blonde hair and he's wearing a pure white tank top that highlights his muscles. He sits down, looking, as always, concerned for me. "How are you?"

"Fine," I answer half-abstractedly. "Nothing really hurts, I can still fight. I only could really use a shower after breakfast. Thank you for saving and carrying me when I was unconscious, by the way."

"You always have my back. And how are you really?" He repeats his question, knowing that I avoid the truth.

"Honestly?" I swallow and take a deep breath. "Not my day. Or year. Or time. I can put another name on my death list now and Hydra is back. Worse, it's never been gone. Everything we worked for, everything Peggy and Howard worked for... vanished into thin air. And I don't know how to tell Tony."

"Just call him when everything's over. If you call him now, SHIELD's gonna track you and find us." Steve advises and I nod slowly, then he pauses. "You don't belong to Hydra, right? You would never betray me."

"What're you talking about? Of course, I- " Noticing his serious face, I stop laughing and realize how important trust is for him now. My voice softens and my hand rests on his upper arm. "Of course, I would never betray you. And I would never keep anything secret from you."

"Swear on something that matters." He demands in a way that I've never heard before. "I need something I can hold on to."

"I swear on newspaper and stolen apples," I confirm on oath, referring to the apples we used to steal when we were kids and the newspaper he always had to wear in his shoes. He smiles slightly, feeling much better. "We're gonna end Hydra for good this time. In Bucky's, Howard's and Peggy's honor. Because they were our family and we're the only ones left, Steve. Everyone is gone but us and we have to accept that."

"I know." Steve gulps and Sam calls us for breakfast. We walk into his kitchen as the smell of pancakes and bacon welcome us. I send him a grateful smile for all the help and try to eat a bit, even though the events lately have spoiled my appetite.

"So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?" Sam asks with his arms folded over his chest. It seems Steve filled him in on the whole situation.

"No doubt Pierce," I answer as I eat a piece of the pancake. "Unfortunately, he happens to sit on top of the most secure building in the world. And since Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star, I assume that Jasper Sitwell helps him. So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?"

"The answer is: you don't." Sam drops a file on the table with the classified military project, called Falcon. We open it, seeing a photo of him with his para-rescue team and a pair of incredible wings. "Call it a resume."

"I thought you said you're a pilot," Steve questions surprised while I keep reading the file. Sam's past and experience are definitely not common, that's for sure. And they can be pretty helpful to reveal the truth and function of Zola's logarithm.

"I never said a pilot." He grins slightly with pride.

"I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason." The blond shakes his head and Sam frowns.

"Dude, Captain America and Voltricity need my help. There's no better reason to get back in." He insists enthusiastically and I half smile. God bless guys like Sam Wilson.

***

Steve throws Sitwell across the rooftop as I follow him, watching how the SHIELD officer stumbles rather roughly on the ground. I shoot a blast of electricity right next to him and he winces in fear, oppressing a squeal. We hustle him more and more towards the edge, it was really easy to get him with Sam's help. "Tell me about Zola's algorithm."

"Never heard of it." Sitwell stutters, lying to Steve, and I glare, aiming another beam of electromagnetic energy at him. A black spot is left, smoke spreads through the air.

"Don't bullshit us," I warn him with a pissed voice and we walk quicker towards him until his back hits the edge, forcing him to face us. I'm not gonna be easy on him, this bastard belongs to Hydra.

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" Steve demands to know.

"I was throwing up, I get seasick." More lies. Steve forces Sitwell dangerously above the rooftop, holding him between the edge and the depth of the skyscraper but the officer just smiles unfazed. "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers."

"You're right. It's not." He steps aside and allows me to step forward. "It's hers."

"I doubt that." Sitwell scoffs and I fake a smile.

"Little advice, don't doubt me when I've had a crappy day." I kick him off the roof, causing him to plummet down screaming. Steve and I wait patiently, still hearing Sitwell's scream. "By the way, it's your turn to do the laundry."

"Are you serious? I hate the laundry machine, I'm still not sure how to use it and it always makes weird sounds." Steve sighs and Sam flies up in his Falcon jet-pack suit with wings, holding Sitwell and dropping him on the roof. We then walk towards him and he holds his hands up in fear.

"Zola's logarithm is a program... for choosing Insight's targets!" He confesses, still catching his breath and trying to calm down. Fear is mirrored in his eyes.

"What targets??" I frown and he looks up.

"You! Rogers! 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." He stutters and Steve knits his eyebrow.

"The future? How could it know?"

Sitwell laughs hysterically. "How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it. 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?" I ask further, growing to a suspicious realization that I don't like.

"Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me." Sitwell's eyes widen and I grab him by the collar, glaring at him.

"What then?!" I repeat loudly, ready to threat him with my abilities and Sitwell is intimidated.

"Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time." He admits and my eyes widen, letting go of his collar. Millions are gonna die. And people will think that it's SHIELD's fault.

A/N- Shit is about to go down and I'm excited AJKDJSJD