Sara was just finishing tying up a group of attackers, leaving them in an unconscious heap in an alley, when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. At the sight of another woman, she warned, “Might want to find another place to walk or another route home; these streets have been even more dangerous than usual lately.” Which was why, after putting a call into the police to have these men rounded up, she had every intention of doing another sweep of the area before the night was over.

A tightness of the jaw. A tension in his shoulders. Perhaps he was darting his eyes too much looking for everyone else’s fear. No matter. He was here and it was time. 

They walked in packs down the quiet corridor. Guns trained. Boots and polished shoes silent on the hard floor. It felt like the recon team when he was undercover in HYDRA all over again just... lighter. Emotionally and physically. He didn’t have to wear all that tactical gear. Though, now that he thought about it, it couldn’t hurt to gear up for something like this. This bulletproof vest only covered so much of him. 

A fist raised in silence. They all stopped on cue at a doorway. Then, before Sterling knew it, they were all filing in, fanning out at the entrance, and shouting for everyone to freeze and put their hands up. 

But these people didn’t look like soldiers. This was a hospital. These were doctors. Sterling squared his shoulders and hardened his expression. They were HYDRA doctors. He couldn’t forget that part.