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            The Hydra attackers burst in through the door; Natasha claims the first one, you the next, then hers, then three for you (what? nobody ever said trick shots weren’t fair play) and you’re off, keeping your usual tally - you can take more in a single shot, she adds to her total with close combat, and in the end you’re usually more or less equal.

            That’s how it is this time, or it’s how it would be if you didn’t suddenly notice Hydra agents falling at the back of the wave, where neither you nor Natasha can get a clear shot yet. Finally, the press of enemy uniforms has thinned enough that you can peer past them to spot a flash of white Oxford shirt and tie, of all things - it’s Sitwell, and he dashes past you into the computer control room where you’ve just finished entering the release codes.

            By the time the rest of the operatives are down, he’s back, straightening his tie and smoothing the front of his shirt.

He glares at you. “You forgot to hit enter.”