Double Agent (Fem Reader X Tony Stark)

It was late when we arrived at the location, I get out of the truck and look down at my phone. "This is it. The file came from these coordinates."

"So did I. This camp is where I was trained." Steve nods.

"Change much?" I look up at him.

"A little."

I step away for a moment as he zones out, scanning the area.

There was nothing.

"This is a dead end. Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off." I sigh, I look up as Steve stares at a building ahead. "What is it?"

"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within 500 yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place." He walks up to the door and hits the lock with his shield, breaking it to reveal an old office building.

"This is Shield." I say as I walk further into the building.

"Maybe where it started."

I stop in front of three photos, "That's Tony's father." I point.

"Howard." I take the photo down and break open its frame, placing it inside my coat. I look back to see Steve giving me a judging look. "Really?"

"What? I wanted to bring this home for Tony." I shrug. I then look up at a picture of a woman. "Who's the girl?"

Steve looks away and walks off, not answering my question as he approaches a bookcase. He then pushes it aside to reveal an elevator. "If you're already working in a secret office, why do you need to hide the elevator?"

We travel down below to a room with many old computers. "This can't be the data point. This technology is ancient." I shake my head, walking up to the computer to see a flash drive port. I take out the drive and stick it in, slightly bending down to type. "Y-E-S spells yes." I smile as the computer loads up. "Shall we play a game?" I turn to Steve. "It's from a movie that was really..."

"I know, I saw it." He sighs.

"Rogers, Steven, born 1918." The computer suddenly says. "Romanoff, Y/N, born 1990."

"It's some kind of recording." I nod.

"I am not a recording, Fraulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945."

"You know this thing?" I ask Steve.

"Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He's been dead for years."

"First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. 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 200,000 feet of databanks. You are standing in my brain."

"How did you get here?" Steve asks.

"Invited."

"It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. Shield recruited German  scientists with strategic value." I nod.

"They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own."

"Hyda died With the Red Skull." Steve shakes his head.

"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place."

"Prove it." Steve growls.

"Accessing archive....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 70 years, Hydra has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war, and when history did not cooperate, history was changed."

"That's impossible. Shield would have stopped you." I shake my head in shock.

"Accidents will happen." The computer shows us pictures from Tony's parents death, and the recent assassination of Nick. "Hydra  created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once a purification process is complete, Hydra's new world order will arise.We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your life. A zero sum." Steve hits the computer with his shield in anger. "As I was saying..."

"What's on this drive?" Steve yells.

"Project Insight requires insight. So, I wrote an algorithm."

"What kind of algorithm? What does it do?" I ask.

"The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it."

I look down at my phone and shake my head, "Steve, we got a bogey. Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops."

"Who fired it?"

I look up grimly, "Shield."

Steve tries to throw his shield at the doors as they close. "I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it. It's better this way. We are, both of us, out of time."

Steve grabs me and kicks open a small hatch in the floor. He holds his shield above us as the place explodes.

All the falling debris knocks me out.