A Rider Kick in Marvel

Jasper Sitwell blinked rapidly as consciousness returned to him. His head throbbed, and he found himself unable to move, securely tied to a metal chair in what appeared to be an interrogation room. As his vision cleared, he saw two familiar figures standing before him: Nick Fury and Natasha Romanoff.

Fury's one good eye bore into Sitwell with an intensity that made the captive agent squirm. Natasha stood slightly behind Fury, her arms crossed, her face an unreadable mask.

"What... what's going on?" Sitwell stammered, his voice hoarse. He tugged at his restraints, but they held firm. "Why am I tied up?"

Fury took a step forward, his long leather coat swishing softly. "I think you know exactly why you're here, Sitwell," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "The question is, are you going to make this easy on yourself, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?"

Sitwell's eyes darted between Fury and Natasha, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. "I don't understand. I'm a SHIELD agent, just like you. What is this about?"

Fury's eye narrowed. "Who are you really working for, Sitwell?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Sitwell's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air.

"I... I work for SHIELD," Sitwell finally managed to say, his voice weak and unconvincing even to his own ears.

Natasha uncrossed her arms and took a step forward. "We both know that's not the whole truth," she said, her voice calm but laced with threat.

Fury leaned in close, his face inches from Sitwell's. "Let me make this very clear for you," he said. "We know about Hydra."

The color drained from Sitwell's face at the mention of Hydra. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he might be sick.

"H-Hydra?" Sitwell stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about. Hydra was defeated in World War II. Captain America—"

"Don't insult my intelligence," Fury cut him off sharply. "We have evidence that Hydra has infiltrated SHIELD at the highest levels. And your name keeps coming up, Sitwell."

Sitwell's eyes darted around the room, as if looking for an escape route. Finding none, he slumped in his chair, his defiance crumbling.

"You don't understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hydra is everywhere. They're too powerful. If I talk, they'll kill me."

Natasha stepped closer, her green eyes locked on Sitwell. "And what do you think we'll do if you don't talk?" she asked, her tone deceptively soft.

Sitwell looked up at her, fear evident in his eyes. He knew Natasha's reputation, the things she was capable of. The Black Widow was not someone to be trifled with.

Fury straightened up, towering over Sitwell. "Here's how this is going to go," he said. "You're going to tell us everything you know about Hydra's infiltration of SHIELD. Names, dates, operations - all of it. In return, we'll ensure your safety."

Sitwell laughed bitterly. "Safety? There's no safety from Hydra. You have no idea how deep this goes, Fury. Cut off one head, two more shall take its place."

"Try me," Fury replied, his voice hard as steel. "I've dealt with worse than Hydra before. But right now, your only concern should be what happens in this room if you don't start talking."

Sitwell's eyes flicked between Fury and Natasha, weighing his options. The silence in the room was thick with tension, broken only by the sound of Sitwell's ragged breathing.

Finally, Sitwell's shoulders sagged in defeat. "Alright," he said, his voice barely audible. "I'll tell you what I know. But you have to promise to protect me. Hydra will come for me when they find out I've talked."

Fury nodded solemnly. "You have my word. Now start talking. Who's at the top of Hydra's chain of command within SHIELD?"

Sitwell took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. "It goes all the way to the top," he said. "Alexander Pierce is Hydra's main operative within SHIELD."

Fury's face darkened at the mention of Alexander Pierce. The revelation hit him like a physical blow, and for a moment, he struggled to maintain his composure. Natasha, ever observant, noticed the slight tightening of Fury's jaw and the almost imperceptible slump of his shoulders.

"Pierce?" Fury repeated, his voice low and controlled despite the turmoil within. "You're sure about this?"

Sitwell nodded, his eyes darting nervously between Fury and Natasha. "Positive. He's been orchestrating everything from the shadows for years."

Fury paced the room, his mind racing. Pierce had been a friend, a mentor even. The betrayal stung more than he cared to admit. After a moment, he turned back to Sitwell, his eye narrowed with renewed intensity.

"What about the Helicarriers?" Fury demanded. "What does Hydra plan to do with them?"

Sitwell swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "It's not just the Helicarriers," he said, his voice trembling. "It's Project Insight. The Helicarriers are just the delivery system."

Natasha leaned forward, her interest piqued. "Delivery system for what?"

"Zola's algorithm," Sitwell replied, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. "It's... it's like nothing you've ever seen before."

Fury and Natasha exchanged a glance. "Explain," Fury commanded.

Sitwell took a deep breath. "The algorithm is designed to identify individuals who pose a threat to Hydra's new world order. Not just current threats, but potential future ones too. It analyzes people's past to predict their future behavior."

"And the Helicarriers?" Natasha pressed.

"They're equipped with long-range precision guns," Sitwell continued. "Once the algorithm identifies targets, the Helicarriers can eliminate them. All of them. At once."

The implications of what Sitwell was saying sank in. Fury's face was a mask of barely contained rage. "How many targets?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

Sitwell hesitated, then whispered, "A few million."

The room fell silent as the enormity of Hydra's plan became clear. Fury turned away, his mind reeling from the information. Natasha watched him carefully, her own face betraying a hint of shock at the scale of what they were facing.

After a moment, Fury spun back to face Sitwell. "You mentioned Zola," he said. "Arnim Zola? He's been dead for years."

A humorless laugh escaped Sitwell's lips. "That's what everyone thinks," he said. "But Zola... Zola found a way to cheat death."

Natasha's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Sitwell looked between them, his expression a mix of fear and disbelief at his own words. "Zola's alive," he said. "Or at least, his mind is. He managed to turn his consciousness into a computer system. He's been working for Hydra all this time,."

Fury's eye widened at this revelation. The implications were staggering. If Zola had found a way to preserve his mind digitally, who knew what other secrets Hydra might be hiding?

"Where is this bunker?" Fury demanded.

Sitwell shook his head. "I don't know the exact location. It's somewhere in New Jersey, that's all I know. But Zola's there, and he's been the driving force behind Project Insight."

Fury turned to Natasha, his mind already formulating plans. "We need to find that bunker," he said. "If Zola's really alive, in any form, he's the key to unraveling all of this."

Natasha nodded, her face set with determination. "I'll start digging into old SHIELD files, see if I can find any leads on secret installations in New Jersey."

As they discussed their next moves, Sitwell watched them, his face a mask of resignation. He knew that by revealing this information, he had sealed his fate. Whether Hydra got to him or not, his life as he knew it was over.

Fury noticed Sitwell's dejected expression and turned back to him. "You've done the right thing," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "We'll keep our end of the bargain. You'll be placed in protective custody until this is all over."

Sitwell nodded weakly, relief and fear warring on his face. As Fury and Natasha prepared to leave the interrogation room, Sitwell called out, "There's one more thing you should know."

They paused at the door, turning back to face him.

"The Winter Soldier," Sitwell said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's real. And he works for Hydra."

The revelation of the Winter Soldier surprised Fury and Nat. Especially Nat since he shot her in one previous mission and nearly lost her life.

Natasha's eyes widened as she processed the information. She had heard rumors of the Winter Soldier, a mysterious assassin with superhuman abilities, but she had always dismissed them as just that - rumors. Now, it seemed that those rumors were all too real.

"How do you know this?" Fury asked Sitwell, his voice tense with suspicion.

Sitwell hesitated for a moment before answering. "I saw him," he said finally. "In Hydra's base in Siberia. He was... different than I expected."

Fury raised an eyebrow at this statement, intrigued despite himself. "Different how?" he asked.

Sitwell hesitated again before answering. "He... seemed almost robotic," he said slowly. "Like he wasn't really there, you know? Like he was just going through the motions."

Natasha frowned at this description, her mind racing with possibilities. If the Winter Soldier was indeed some kind of robot or cyborg, then that would explain his superhuman abilities and his seemingly unstoppable nature. But it also raised a whole new set of questions - who had created him? And why? And most importantly, how could they stop him?

As they discussed these questions, Fury couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over him. The revelation of the Winter Soldier was just another piece of evidence that Hydra was far more dangerous than they had originally thought - and that they were up against an enemy unlike any they had ever faced before.

"We need to find this Winter Soldier," Fury said finally, his voice determined. "And we need to do it fast."

Natasha nodded in agreement, her own determination evident in her eyes. They both knew that the stakes were higher than ever before - not just for SHIELD, but for the entire world. If Hydra succeeded in their plans for Project Insight there would be no stopping them.

As they left the interrogation room and began planning their next moves, Fury couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settling over him like a thick fog. He knew that what lay ahead would be dangerous - perhaps even deadly - but he also knew that there was no other choice if they wanted to stop Hydra and protect the world from their evil plans. And so, with a heavy heart and a steely resolve, he steeled himself for what lay ahead...